When I was hitch-hiking, people had to follow me, 'cause I didn't stay long.
Blues is not a dream, blues is truth.
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.
The last thing that the blues needs is another smart-ass white boy with an attitude.
That's what I liked about hitch-hiking. If a crowd wasn't big enough, I kept walkin.'
I only write about what I do, what happens to me.