My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.
I never had the blues; the blues always had me.
I only write about what I do, what happens to me.
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.
Anywhere I'm wanted, I'll go. I've got to be wanted, though.
That's what I liked about hitch-hiking. If a crowd wasn't big enough, I kept walkin.'