“When I’m gone I’ll be remembered as the workin’ man who put his point across with a right hand full of knuckles.”

My arms are too short to box with God.

Until things are brighter. I’m the man in black.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

There is a spiritual side to me that goes real deep, but I confess right up front that I’m the biggest sinner of them all.

I came to believe in a power much higher than I.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you’re mine, I walk the line.

You can ask the people around me. I don’t give up. I don’t give up. I don’t give – and it’s not out of frustration and desperation that I say I don’t give up. I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.

The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don’t go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.

A person knows when it just seems to feel right to them. Listen to your heart.

When I think about country music, I think about America.

If you’re going to be a Christian, you’re going to change. You’re going to lose some old friends, not because you want to, but because you need to.

Life is the question and life is the answer, and God is the reason and love is the way.

The more I learn, the more excited I get.

I learn from my mistakes. It’s a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there’s no gain.

Don’t take voice lessons. Do it your way.

You’re so heavenly minded, you’re no earthly good.