Get rhythm when you get the blues.

The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars.

As sure as God made black and white, what's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

I developed a pretty unusual style, I think.

When I was a baby, my mama told me son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns. But I shot a man in Reno.

That was the big thing when I was growing up, singing on the radio. The extent of my dream was to sing on the radio station in Memphis. Even when I got out of the Air Force in 1954, I came right back to Memphis and started knocking on doors at the radio station.

My daddy left home when I was three and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.