The last thing that the blues needs is another smart-ass white boy with an attitude.

Logically, when you talkin' about folk music and blues, you find out it's music of just plain people.

I only write about what I do, what happens to me.

My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.

That's what I liked about hitch-hiking. If a crowd wasn't big enough, I kept walkin.'

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.

When I was hitch-hiking, people had to follow me, 'cause I didn't stay long.