I know what it takes to put a record together, so I’m not looking for people to come in and shape it.

I’ve been writing on my own. It’s like Roger Miller used to say, every now and then, like a dog having puppies, you have to crawl under the house and do it yourself.

When they talk about music getting in your blood, I understand exactly what they’re talking about, because that is me.

I’ve been very fortunate to have had the opportunities to have the career I’ve had.

A little bit South you’ve got Macon, Georgia – home of the Allman Brothers, the Marshall Tucker Band and Capricorn Records. And off to west you’ve got Delta blues. Sprinkle Southern gospel over the top of that, and you’re talking about where I came from. I loved all of that music.

The determination and enthusiasm of the Category 5 team makes it the perfect home for my music as I embark on this next stage of my career. The promotional savvy and level of support they’ve pledged meets or exceeds anything I’ve seen from the major labels I’ve been associated with.

People look at you, and they’ve got just the perfect little box for you, the perfect category. Call you a redneck. Call you a hillbilly. Like those were insults.

You left me for a dream you had to follow, but I thought goodbye wouldn’t last that long.

A woman warm and willing is what I’m looking for, cause the whiskey ain’t working anymore.

It’s the same old story you’ve heard a thousand times. Somebody’s trust gets broken. Somebody’s left behind.