I’ll admit I’m a workaholic.
I don’t think I ever feel sexy. I don’t think that’s for me to decide, if I’m sexy or not.
I can say that I don’t see myself with the foot on the gas pedal as hard as it’s been down for 16 years.
It was satisfying to take a risk and see it pay off.
I’m like a shark. I’ve got to be constantly moving.
When old Bobby does Elvis, you swear it’s the real mccoy. Another Friday night in the life of a country boy.
When I was playing for tips in college, I felt a fire in my soul. I had the same principle of focus that I had learned playing football.
I need to recharge creatively, and get off the clock of having to be somewhere just because, and having to keep juggling all these things.
One word, that’s all you said and something in your voice caused me to turn my head. Your smile just captured me.
There are only so many hours you can sit on the bus and watch TV or play basketball or whatever we do to pass the time before we go out onstage.
You’d think I’d have been happiest in my life playing music in front of 50,000 people at Gillette Stadium. But let me tell you, it’s an odd feeling to feel alone in the spotlight.
I have 120 employees on the road every day, and about 30 other employees off the road.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m a helluva kisser.
I grew up in east Tennessee, and everybody knew everybody’s business.
I remember making up songs in my head.
Believe it or not, I want to keep growing my audience.
Before, I was more concerned with getting on the radio, like many young artists.
It’s very hard for me to relax.
When I try to brush the road dust off of me and untangle all the wires in my head, I’m usually surrounded by music on a boat. But that’s not how I wake up every day.
Its five o’clock some where.
I like to rock and roll, but I’m a mushy guy, too. I want to be the guy that all the girls love and all the guys want to hang out with.