When somebody blazes a path to a highway that never end, you should appreciate 'em some.

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

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

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

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.

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

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