My fear is that I go up to the girl of my dreams and say 'I'm sorry, but I've got to say hello to you,' and she slides the stool back and gets up and walks away, saying, 'Not for me, Bub. I don't want anything to do with you.'

My life's a sequel to a movie where the actors' names have changed.

Maybe someday you can accuse somebody of being a poseur by selling out and playing blues music, but that's just not going to happen in my lifetime.

I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.

I'm trying everything I can not to be jaded 'cause I don't like jaded musicians.

I just wish they'd put a new word in the dictionary bigger than love because love just doesn't describe what I feel.

You gotta be able to explain things to yourself when the lights go off and you get in the bed. You gotta deal with you at the end of the day.