The blues had a baby and they called it rock and roll.

Ain't nobody's business, if I bark like a dog.

All the kids made their own git-tars. Made mine out of a box and bit of stick for a neck. Couldn't do much with it, but that's how you learn.

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

I wanted to definitely be a musician or a good preacher or a heck of a baseball player. I couldn't play ball too good - I hurt my finger, and I stopped that. I couldn't preach, and well, all I had left was getting into the music thing.

Of course that was my idol, Son House. I think he did a lot for the Mississippi slide down there.

If you got something you don't want other people to know, keep it in your pocket.