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 don't know if I'll find the cinnamon girl. I think I already did, but I'm still singing, who knows.

When I speak out on corporations hurting the common man or the environment or other species, I expect a well-financed disinformation campaign to be aimed my way.

In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.

Possessions and concessions are not often what they seem, they drag you down and load you down in disguise of security.

I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand, under an old street light near a garbage can.

Long, flat expanses of professionalism bother me. I'd rather have a band that could explode at any time.