Gonna wind it up on my guitar. Gonna make that silver sing.

She's a good girl, crazy about Elvis, loves horses, and her boyfriend, too.

I should have known right then it was too good to last, God, it's such a drag when you're livin' in the past

You spend your life dreaming, running 'round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

I don't believe in censorship, but I do believe that an artist has to take some moral responsibility for what he or she is putting out there.

I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times

Songwriting ability is a gift. After a while, you come to realize, "I've really been blessed. I can write these things and it makes me happy, and it makes millions of people happy." It's an obligation, it's bigger than you. It's the only true magic I know. It's not pulling a rabbit out of a hat; it's real. It's your soul floating out to theirs.