If Anyone Asks How Old I Am,

My Biggest Hero, Gregory Peck, Was My Birthday Present On April 14, 1973. I Just Sat And Stared At Him.

When I First Came To Nashville, People Hardly Gave Country Music Any Respect. We Lived In Old Cars And Dirty Hotels, And We Ate When We Could.

In The Long Run, You Make Your Own Luck - Good, Bad, Or Indifferent.

Write About The Truth. If You Write About The Truth, Somebody's Living That. Not Just Somebody, There's A Lot Of People.

I've Been Around A Long Time, And Life Still Has A Whole Lot Of Surprises For Me.