The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

Looks like my baby dont live here no more...thats alright, ive still got my guitar...............................(more lyrics)..................i might as well go back over yonder, way back across the hills, if my baby dont love me no more....i know her...sister will

I've got a guitar!

You don't have to be singing about love all the time in order to give love to the people. You don't have to keep flashing those words all the time.

Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you'll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you're gonna be rewarded.

I just hate to be in one corner. I hate to be put as only a guitar player, or either only as a songwriter, or only as a tap dancer. I like to move around.