“Probably some of the songs I never even really listened to the lyrics.”

I like to write sad songs. They’re much easier to write and you get a lot more emotion into them. But people don’t want to hear them as much.

If anything good came out of 9/11, to me, was that people were so cynical about the world.

I didn’t realize until I was older what a huge music fan my daddy really was, and actually that my grandma played banjo at one time, and I didn’t even know that until a year or two ago.

I don’t see that it would be worth retiring.

Hee Haw was probably my biggest exposure to live music at a young age.

Somebody will come in with a hook and a lot of times they come out with something that sounds a little crafty.

I love your cooking, honey, but sometimes I need some real food.

I’m more of a basic eater. I still go into Cracker Barrel.

You think about people like Hank Williams, who stood on that spot of wood, and Mr. Acuff, and, of course, George Jones.

If you can last until you’re 40 years old, hopefully you’ll be mature enough to figure out the rest of the years.

To think about the historical part of the Opry and how it’s played such a part in country music.

I’ve always wanted to make a bluegrass album.

I mean, my voice has gotten a little deeper sounding as I’ve gotten older, I think. I noticed that.

I’m hooked on my baby’s love, there ain’t nothing in the jug this strong.

He’s written some great songs. I thought that “Blues Man” was a perfect song for me to do as a tribute.

Some of them are not as plugged into the digital world, so they want to go out and buy the CD at Walmart or something.

The way I work uses a very on-the-spot flow, and I write the lyrics and the music when I feel them coming.

She won’t be that song you dance to, She’s that lyric you can’t get out of your head.

I’ve never heard anyone sing my lyrics with me while I perform so I think every song is going to be special because of that.

It’s starts with a story, then the music, Melody and lyrics last.

Celebration went after music. And music wanted to date pain. But pain fell in love with lyrics.

I’m a lyric man – I’m always looking for meaningful songs.

I spoke to myself in lyrics and sugar coated words. A melody of lies and symphonies to soften the blow of how i really felt. I licked at the tender taste and fell into a cacophony within my skin. Would this ever end? This denial of feelings?

It covers me like the embrace of the sky. Like a closed one bidding goodbye. Like those smeared memories and lyrics of a melancholy song, Home, Home is what I long for.