Muddy Waters

I got up one Christmas morning and we didn't have nothing to eat. We didn't have an apple, we didn't have an orange, we didn't have a cake, we didn't have nothing.

My grandmother, she say I shouldn't be playing. I should go to church. Fially, I say I'm going do this, I'm going do it. And she got where she didn't bother me about it.

You get a heck of a sound from the church. Can't you hear it in my voice?

And my daddy could play a harmonica and also the guitar, so I guess I got a little bit from both of 'em, but I think mostly from my mother's side of the family.

I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles.

It is good to be in front of the lens to appreciate more being behind the lens.