I never had the blues; the blues always had me.
The last thing that the blues needs is another smart-ass white boy with an attitude.
My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.
When somebody blazes a path to a highway that never end, you should appreciate 'em some.
I only write about what I do, what happens to me.
That's what I liked about hitch-hiking. If a crowd wasn't big enough, I kept walkin.'