It must have been the summer of 1967, the Beatles were singing love is all you need. I held her hand as we walked through the arcades.

A man can’t have too many guitars or too many shotguns.

I passed out in our front yard. But honey, don't turn out the light, cause I think I'm in the mood for love tonight.

I've known a whole lot of bulls in my time, and their work is never done.

The road goes on forever and the party never ends.

I don't know exactly where the ideas come from, but when I get into a songwriting mode and it's coming along, it's like you're on the front end of a boat and you're going through the water, and the breeze is blowing through your hair and the water's smooth, and you're going out to sea. I love that feeling.