When You Play The Guitar, You Don't

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 Musicians Don't Retire. They Drop.

Once I Was Checking To Hotel And A Couple Saw My Ring With Blues On It. They Said, 'you Play Blues. That Music Is So Sad.' I Gave Them Tickets To The Show, And They Came Up Afterwards And Said, 'you Didn't Play One Sad Song.'

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.

Someone Told Me Once That Blues Is Like Whiskey. They Keep Whiskey In The Barrel For So Many Years, And Then They Talk About How Well It's Aged. But I Don't Think That Goes For Him. I Think This Young Man Has Just Stepped In There Sayin', 'i'm Gonna Prove You All Wrong.' I Think He's Like A Watermelon, Man. He's Ripe.