“It’s a scary word, ‘cancer.’”

But most of the ones I’ve ever met have always been surprisingly normal, and I’ve enjoyed that.

Just try to do music that you like and you are proud of and not just whatever you think it’s going to take to get you on the radio.

Everybody always thinks that. But in just about every album I’ve ever had has been about 50-50 songs I’ve written or co-written and other people’s songs.

I don’t like politics, hypocrites, folks with poodles.

Growing up in Georgia, I used to think people up north or out west were so different. They’re really not.

You just write about things that happen.

Looks can go, fads can go, but a good song lasts forever.

What I enjoy doing more than anything is.

All you hear about on the news is all the bad stuff everyday, but what was refreshing to me was after that, you saw how many good people there are out there.

I think every album you have, especially if it’s done well, you feel like you’re competing with yourself.

They’re just regular people who live in small towns. They grow up and try to raise families and have a job and go to church and play softball. It’s that way everywhere.

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?

To me, songwriting is the backbone of Nashville.

Half of them I’d hear off the radio and was probably singing the wrong words and didn’t even know it.

The music business doesn’t take up that much of my time.

Everybody was going on about it, so mom started hounding me more.

I go to cancer wards, and I tell them guys, ‘I’ve beaten it. You can, too.’

I believed in God when cancer come to me. Now when I speak, I speak with authority because I’ve been there.

Visiting the hospital, visiting the kids with cancer, visiting the adults, and stuff like that. That’s what I do.

My gold, my money couldn’t stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can’t save me, then I don’t need them.

Mr. T. been to chemo, Mr. T been to radiation, hair fall out… but he’s back. Now I can give hope when I go to the hospital, see the sick kids with cancer, tell them, don’t quit.

Southern California is a nice place, if you could cut out the show-business cancer. It just keeps spreading.

Syntactic sugar causes cancer of the semicolon.

Cancer, like any other illness, is a bore.