Bury The Hatchet, But Leave The Handle

I'm Not Sure How We Exist, As An Artist, Without Country Radio.

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained, Sometimes You've Got To Go Against The Grain.

No Matter What You Say You Might Do, You Never Really Know Until You're In The Moment. Every Situation Is So Different.

I've Got Friends In Low Places, Where The Whiskey Drowns And The Beer Chases My Blues Away.

Stand Straight, Walk Proud, Have A Little Faith.