. . . we got our lungs from Daddy, and we exercised them early and often during those years up in the hills gathering cattle and becoming lost, when that famous McEntire yell saved our hides more than once.

When onstage, I always try to take my audience through as many emotions as I possibly can. I want them to go from laughter to tears, be shocked and surprised and walk out the door with a renewed sense of themselves -- and maybe a smile.

Finding a good bus driver can be as important as finding a good musician.

Be different, stand out, and work your butt off.

Growing up is not being so dead-set on making everybody happy.