The colored folks been singing it and playing it just like I'm doin' now, man, for more years than I know. I got it from them.

Take your troubles to the Chapel, get down on your knees and pray. Your burdens will be lighter, and you'll surely find the way.

I've never written a song in my life. It's all a big hoax.

I get tired of playing a guy who gets into a fight, then starts singing to the guy he's just beat up.

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

I go for all the belles, except the wedding kind.

Do something worth remembering.