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