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

Going to Chicago was like going out of the world.

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.

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.

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.

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

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