In This Country Kings Or Dukes Don't

You Can't Copy Anybody And End With Anything. If You Copy, It Means You're Working Without Any Real Feeling.

One Day A Whole Damn Song Fell Into Place In My Head.

If I Don't Have Friends, Then I Ain't Nothing.

I Don't Think I Ever Sing The Same Way Twice. The Blues Is Sort Of A Mixed-up Thing. You Just Have To Feel It. Anything I Do Sing Is Part Of My Life.

So I Asked Him To Play "trav'lin' All Alone." That Came Closer Than Anything To The Way I Felt. And Some Part Of It Must Have Come Across. The Whole Joint Quieted Down. If Someone Had Dropped A Pin, It Would Have Sounded Like A Bomb. When I Finished, Everybody In The Joint Was Crying In Their Beer, And I Picked Thirty-eight Bucks Up Off The Floor. . . . When I Showed Mom The Money For The Rent And Told Her I Had A Regular Job Singing For Eighteen Dollars A Week, She Could Hardly Believe It.