I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.

Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.

I fell in love with folk music at Surprise Lake Camp. It was the songs of Woody Guthrie and the Weavers.

I couldn't resist. I went over and joined in, and we just sang the song together, ... They had no idea that I had written it, or who I was. I was just some weird guy who wanted to join in on the singing.

I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.

Money talks, but it don't sing and dance, and it don't walk. And long as I can have you here with me, I'd much rather be, forever in blue jeans.

I used to go to my kids' soccer games and I was the only parent who wasn't screaming, because I'd have to do a show that night. It was hard. Moms and dads get more emotional at those soccer and Little League games than at a professional game.