Shot Gun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells. I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.

I snapped my fingers all through it. Sometimes I set my own tempo during rehearsal by doing that.

Shot Gun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells. I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.

You can't cheat the public for long.

When you do a show five days a week and one night a week, the way I was doing, you use up so much music every day that pretty soon you find yourself hustling for material.

If you see me coming, better step aside. A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died.

Know yourself -- and know your audience.