Man, I didn't think I stood a chance. I mean, she was way out of my league.she still is.

And we carry onWhen our lives come undoneWe carry onCause there's promise in the morning sunWe carry onAs the dark surrenders to the dawnWe were born to overcomeWe carry onBeyond the picket fences and the oil wellsThe happy endings and the fairy talesIs the reality of shattered lives and broken dreamsWe carry on

Everybody loves a sad ballad because it's cathartic. For artists, in a lot of ways, that's sort of our therapy sessions is when you're singing a song.

Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams. I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.

I may be a real bad boy, but baby I'm a real good man.

I am heartbroken by the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina in my home state. Like so many Americans I am watching the news reports with great sadness. But it's at times like these that each of us must work together to provide lifesaving aid to those in terrible need.

When you touch and change peoples lives with a song, that's when you've made it as an artist