Your Mind Is On Vacation And Your

Everyone Thinks Because You're From The South You Know Everyone Down There, But It's Not Like That; I Never Knew Nothing About No Mississippi.

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.

Why Did They Keep Changing Guitars And Amplifiers When They Were Perfect? They Did The Same Things With Cars, If You Ask Me. They Forgot How To Make Them Right, Because They Focused On Style And Bells And Whistles.

I Didn't Look Up And Say, "oh, Man, If I Learn How To Play A Guitar I Could Make Not Much Money, But I'd Make A Decent Living Like Eric Clapton Or Somebody." There Wasn't Nothing Like That Out There.

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