Nobody Else Cares About You At The

At 57, To Have A No. 1 Album, I Wasn't Expecting It.

The Beautiful People In The Magazines, Got The Normal Ones Living Beyond Their Means.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Truth Is Stranger Than Fishin.

I Was Hungry And Went Out For A Bite, Ran Into A Chum With A Bottle Of Rum And We Wound Up Drinking All Night.