There Was A Lot Of Other Young

You Never Miss What You've Never Had. I Never Had Any Other Life. I Didn't Know Any Other Life.

Nobody Loves Me But My Mother, And She Could Be Jivin' Too.

My Mother Was A Very Beautiful Lady, I Thought. She Was Very Good To Me. I Guess - She Died When I Was Nine And A Half, But If She Had Lived I Probably Wouldn't Be Trying To Play Guitar. She Wanted Me To Be Known, But As Something Else. Not A Guitar Player.

I Always Liked The Steel Guitar. I Also Love The Guys That Play The Bottleneck. But I Could Never Do It; I Never Made It Do What I Want. So Every Time I Would Pick Up The Guitar, I'd Shake My Hand And Trill It A Bit. For Some Strange Reason My Ears Would Say To Me That Sounds Similar To What Those Guys Were Doing. I Can't Pick Up The Guitar Now Without Doing It. So That's How I Got Into Making My Sound. It Was Nothing Pretty. Just Trying To Please Myself. I Heard That Sound.

I Wanted To Connect My Guitar To Human Emotions.