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

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.

I was playing with steel picks on a steel guitar, and there was no amplification needed.

I never had the blues; the blues always had me.

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

Everybody would grab a guitar and listen to somebody else and call themselves a folk singer. When they didn't know no more songs, they'd run out of them.

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