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

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.

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

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

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