My blues are so simple, but so few people can play it right

At night in the country, you'd be surprised how that music carries. You could hear my guitar way before you get to the house, and you could hear the peoples hollerin' and screamin'.

I stone got crazy when I saw somebody run down them strings with a bottleneck. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I said that I had to learn.

Memphis was almost like going to California. Beale Street was the black man's street.

I went down to my baby's house and I sit down on her steps. She said, now come on in now, you know, my husband just left.

You get a heck of a sound from the church. Can't you hear it in my voice?

My grandmother, she say I shouldn't be playing. I should go to church. Fially, I say I'm going do this, I'm going do it. And she got where she didn't bother me about it.