A friend of mine, that I had known for some time, came up one day with an old guitar. I don't know where he got it, I don't know how long he'd had it, but he knew about two chords on it. He proceeded to teach them to me, and then we proceeded to go crazy over music.
I ain't askin' nobody for nuttin' if I cain't get it on my own.
I'm not ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ.
I don't know where the time went. I sure have enjoyed it.
I have people talking about, "Boy, I hate to go to work." I love to go to work!
We didn't have a garage to rehearse in. We had to aggravate the folks in the house. But I got a chance to play in a beer joint, and that's how it started.