When I die, they'll bury the blues with me. But the blues will never die.
I just get an idea and then all of a sudden I've got a song.
I hitchhiked, took trucks 'n' trains - anything that would pick me up. I stopped in Memphis for about six months and they found me and come got me. Stayed about a month an' split again.
I don't do nothinโ I don't want to do.
It's never hard to sing the blues. Everyone in the world has the blues . . .
No matter what you got, the blues is there