“Yeah, the world would swing if I were king. Can I help it if I still dream time to time?”

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

If you listen long enough you can hear my skin grow tough love is painful to the touch must be made of stronger stuff.

We could move catalog, if he’d only die quicker.

If I’d had to work at Taco Bell I’d have still been out at night trying to play music.

If you’re not getting older, you’re dead.

Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks. Some doors are opened, some roads are blocked. Sundowns are golden, then fade away. And if I never do nothing, I’ll get you back someday.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

I’m always having fun. Playing is fun. Music is fun.

I would never put my songs in a commercial.

We don’t really make bad records, though some people might like some more than others. And we have never really done a bad show. So I think in a way maybe we’ve been taken for granted.

When you get older, your health becomes important to you, things start breaking down, you’ve always got a different ache or pain.

I have turned down a lot of money for things that would have made me feel cheesy.

I’m barely prolific and incredibly lazy.

Some grow young, some grow cold.

I developed a problem with authority. Any time that authority was what I interpreted as being unjust, I stood up to it, and that became my personality.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.