My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.
Blues is not a dream, blues is truth.
When I was hitch-hiking, people had to follow me, 'cause I didn't stay long.
Anywhere I'm wanted, I'll go. I've got to be wanted, though.
I was playing with steel picks on a steel guitar, and there was no amplification needed.
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.