The thing about San Francisco is that it has this kind of magical quality.

I was so wild and crazy and dumb in my car. It didn't run but 30 miles an hour. You made do.

Find me playing till sunrise for 50 cents and a sandwich.

I was messing around with the harmonica... but I was 13 before I got a real good note out of it.

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

I wanted to get out of Mississippi in the worst way. Go back? What I want to go back for?

I got your strand of hair, I kiss it day and night.