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?

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.

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.