My Style Is All To Myself.

Like You And Your Woman Ain't Gettin' Along And You're In Love. You Can't Sleep At Nights. Your Mind Is On Her - On Whatever. You Know, That's The Blues. You Can't Hug That Money At Night. You Can't Kiss It.

I Don't Like No Fancy Chords. Just The Boogie. The Drive. The Feeling. A Lot Of People Play Fancy But They Don't Have No Style. It's A Deep Feeling-you Just Can't Stop Listening To That Sad Blues Sound. My Sound.

I Don't Play A Lot Of Fancy Guitar. I Don't Want To Play It. The Kind Of Guitar I Want To Play Is Mean, Mean Licks.

Since You Knew They Was Goin' To Cheat You Anyway, I Recorded Under Any Name With All Of 'em.

No Matter What You Got, The Blues Is There