I'm from so far back in the sticks that they had to pump the light in there.
I needed a capo - a clamp to hold down the strings - so my daddy made me one out of a corn on the cob and a rubber band.
I love symphonies. I love string sections.
All I ever wanted to do was play the guitar; singing was a sideline.
They could never put me in a slot. They couldn't say Glen was 'country,' 'pop' or 'rock.' I'm crock, OK? A cross between country and rock. Call me crock.
There's a longing in country music that can soften even the rockiest heart.
