When the new country came out ten to 15 years ago, people my age were almost too old. But it never stopped me. I never stopped writing. I never stopped recording.
I hope to die right in the middle of a song and right on the stage doing what I love to do. I hope to be about 120 when that happens.
A tree reaches below the surface to gather strength for stargazing.
Islands in the streams, that is what we are.
You are the song of every bird, you are the poet’s every word, every artist’s picture, every writer’s play.
I hope you’re never happy with anybody but me, and every face you look into, I hope you’re haunted by me. Yes, I’m possessive and jealous, at least I speak honestly.
I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
Hello God, if we are still on speaking terms, can you help me?
Our own freewill, to choose the paths we take, no greater deed could ever be done than for another’s sake.
One is only poor if they choose to be.
When its family, you tolerate what you’d kill others for.
That traveling man was a two time lover, he took my love, then he took my mother.
You can bet there’s something fishy going on. I guess some large mouth bass left that lipstick on our shirt.
Mama sewed the rags together, sewing every piece with love. She made my coat of many colors that I was proud of.
I enjoy the way I look, but it’s a joke.
I have always been a firm believer in working hard for what is right and for making your own breaks if you want things to change.
If there’s a heaven, I hope to hell I go!
I had to get rich so I could afford to sing like I was poor again.
Speaking of the devil, well here he comes now. Got my defenses down. And I’d go through hell to make him mine.
Some people say that less is more. But I think more is more.