I'm just a Connecticut country boy. The people I've known, the changes of season, the call of the blue jay - when I'm away, all of them haunt me.

I'm a country boy. I'm from Georgia.

I am a country boy at heart.

I'm a country boy, and we're the product of our upbringing. As a boy, I was told that men don't cry.

I grew up three and a half hours outside of Chicago, but people would call me a 'hick' or 'country boy.' Maybe it's because I talked with more of a country accent.

At the end of the day, I remain a country boy inside.