I Gave You Seven Children, But Now

My Mother Was A Very Beautiful Lady, I Thought. She Was Very Good To Me. I Guess - She Died When I Was Nine And A Half, But If She Had Lived I Probably Wouldn't Be Trying To Play Guitar. She Wanted Me To Be Known, But As Something Else. Not A Guitar Player.

I'm No Good With Chords. I'm Horrible With Chords.

I've Known People That Was A Part Of A Family And Always Feel That The Family Liked Everyone Else But Them. That Hurts, And That's As Deep A Hurt As You Can Possibly Get. I've Known People That Would Have Problems With Their Love Life. This Is Kind Of How Blues Began - Out Of Feeling Misused, Mistreated. Feeling Like They Had Nobody To Turn To. Blues Don't Necessarily Have To Be Sung By A Person That Came From Mississippi As I Did, Because There Are People Having Problems All Over The World.

A Lot Of People Believe What Other People Say.

A Lot Of Times I Say To Myself, "i Wished I Could Be Worthy Of All The Compliments That People Give Me Sometimes." I'm Not Inventing Anything That's Going To Stop Cancer Or Muscular Dystrophy Or Anything, But I Like To Feel That My Time And Talent Is Always There For The People That Need It. When Someone Do Say Something Negative, Most Times I Think About It, But It Don't Bother Me That Much.