“Guitar playing isn’t really for everybody.”

I try to write like the writers I admire – I rip them off in form. It comes from George Strait and Merle Haggard records, and country music in general is really good at that, the twisted phrase… So Im always looking for that angle in my own work.

I ruined my health drinking to other people’s.

The nice thing about the world that I’ve been able to inhabit for the last couple of years is that I’m given a lot of freedom. Not all artists really get that.

It comes down to building your own world out here on the road. It’s who you surround yourself with. My band and crew are really positive guys.

I get to cry to Barbara Walters, when things don’t go my way. I’ll get community service no matter which laws I break.

When they say you’re the best, I always remember that the majority of the audience probably thinks someone else should have gotten the award.

Someday I’m gonna be famous. Do I have talent, well, no. These days you really don’t need it.

There ain’t a woman in the world that wants to hear the word yes when she asks if you think that she looks chubby in that dress. And if she cooks all day you better eat it with a smile; it doesn’t matter if it tastes just like bad gravy on a Goodyear tire.

Rock Band never got anybody a date. Never.

I can fall in and out of love, have marriages that barely last a month. When they go down the drain, I’ll blame it on the fame.

Yeah. I’m amateurish. I can play enough to write a song, or strum on a little guitar to write out a song. But, I don’t play well at all. I wouldn’t even attempt for a second to play in public.

I just rediscovered my guitar.

That happens every time I get behind a guitar, regardless of what I’m saying, ’cause music is freedom and being free is the closest I’ve ever felt to being spiritual.

The only two things in life that make it worth livin’ / Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin’ women

The best thing is I can say ‘I’m working’ when I’m having a cup of tea and a cigarette and fiddling on the guitar.

He knew I was playing a little bit of guitar. He saw a banjo at a flea market and bought it. I took it home with me and just never put it down. I was fifteen.

Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.

A guitar riff played on a piano doesn’t come close to the purity of it being played on a guitar but I faked it enough to get by.