I Was Denied A Record Contract For

They Say The Blues Is Sad, But When B.b. Sings 'i Got A Sweet Little Angel, I Love The Way She Spreads Her Wings,' That Don't Sound Too Sad To Me!

So Here I Am - A 75-year-old Man Sitting On A Bar Stool In A Blues Club, Trying To Figure Out Exactly How I Got Here. Any Way You Look At It, It's A Helluva Story.

Blues Is Like American Express. I Don't Leave Home Without It.

When I Went To Chicago, I'll Put It Like This: I Was Looking For A Dime And I Found A Quarter.

I Can't Learn Nothing From Listening To Me. That's Something I Already Know.