When somebody blazes a path to a highway that never end, you should appreciate 'em some.
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.'
My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.
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.