The king is gone but he's not forgotten

It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand

I think I'm going to be making country records for as long as I can see into the future. It's much more down-home and real.

I'm not into organized religion. I'm into believing in a higher source of creation, realizing we're all just part of nature.

This old world keeps spinnin’ round; It’s a wonder tall trees ain’t layin’ down.

Lust comes creeping through the night to feed on hearts of suburban wives who learned to pretend when they met their dreams end.

You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star.