Blues is not a dream, blues is truth.
When I was hitch-hiking, people had to follow me, 'cause I didn't stay long.
I only write about what I do, what happens to me.
I got Sonny up to Harlem, and we started street playin' in New York. We did that for three or four years and survived. We brought it back to the streets again.
That's what I liked about hitch-hiking. If a crowd wasn't big enough, I kept walkin.'
My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.