I feel like my music has become a lot of things. It's hard to label the evolution, but I like there to be an evolution. I just like to paint with all different kinds of colors.

I was in a love that was wonderful until it was terrible, and both people got hurt from it.

My dad is adorably optimistic, positive, pie-in-the-sky. He thinks every new song I write is my best. He sells T-shirts at my merchandise stands and hands out guitar picks to fans.

When I meet my fans, it's not like meeting a stranger. It's like saying hello to someone that I already know.

Seeing a live Kenny Chesney show, you know what you're going to get. You know it's going to be an all-day party.

Walking through a crowd, the village is aglow. Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats, under coats. Everybody here wanted something more. Searching for a sound we hadn't heard before. And it said, 'Welcome to New York,' It's been waiting for you. It's a new soundtrack, I could dance to this beat forevermore. The lights are so bright, but they never blind me.

All of my favorite people - people I really trust - none of them were cool in their younger years.