Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day son, a man had to answer for the wicked he done. Take all the rope in Texas, find a tall oak tree, round up all the bad boys, and hang them in the streets for all the people to see.
Here’s the thing. Just because you’re pro-troops doesn’t mean you’re pro-war. And just because you’re anti-war doesn’t mean you’re anti-troops. Just because you don’t support the war people think you are anti-troops and you are a bad guy.
And yet this is farther than I’ve ever fell; You know me much too well. Funny it don’t feel like we just met. It didn’t take much time. Forever’s more than crossed my mind, and we haven’t even said ‘I love you’ yet.
Don’t apologize for being patriotic. Support the troops.
I’m as strong, strong as I can be, but ooh ooh ooh, baby you leave me weak.
Things use to be real nice, til they got out of hand. Since they moved in, they call themselves the Taliban.
My mind is cautious but my heart is in a hurry.
Hate me if you want to, love me if you can.
I’ve always said I can’t tell sometimes that people even have an album out until I see them nominated for a Grammy. I think country gets dumped on across the board by the Grammys.
I’d catch moonlight in a bottle, if we could drink a toast to happiness.
There’s something I’m afraid to say to you too early, but I’d be a fool to wait too late.
My first gig, I was about 17 or 18. But I’d been singing a long time. I got a guitar when I was 8, and started trying to write songs as a teenager.
My daddy served in the army where he lost his right eye, but he flew a flag out in our yard until the day that he died. He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me, to grow up and live happy in the land of the free.
If I hear a conversation and somebody says something intriguing, my first thought is, Is that a song? I write all year long, and at the end of the year I pull these forty or fifty things out and say which of these things do I want to record.
Writing is not work. In fact, theres nothing better. Writing is something that if the music business went completely away tomorrow – radio stations quit existing and music quit being popular and it was old hat – I would still write songs.
I write all year, and at the end of the year I put an album out. And if sucks, it sucks, and if it’s good, it’s good. I just let it lay where it lays. It doesn’t stop from doing another one next year.
That’s more along what the story is, as opposed to me being onstage singing.
Somebody’s sexual preference is, like, who cares?
Writing songs and looking for ideas is like blinking my eyes. It’s an involuntary muscle. I do it without thought.
I will do my duty no matter what the price, I’ve counted up the cost, I know the sacrifice. Oh, and I don’t want to die for you, but if dying is asked of me, I’ll bear that cross of honor cause freedom don’t come free.