It's Gotta Be Rock And

Rock 'n' Roll Accepted Me And Paid Me, Even Though I Loved The Big Bands I Went That Way Because I Wanted A Home Of My Own. I Had A Family. I Had To Raise Them. Let's Don't Leave Out The Economics. No Way.

Prejudice Doesn't Make Me Mad. It Just - I Guess 'pisses Me Off' Is The Word.

He Never Ever Learned To Read Or Write So Well, But He Could Play His Guitar Like He Was Ringing A Bell.

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.

They're Drinkin' Home Brew From A Wooden Cup. The Folks Were Dancin' There Got All Shook Up.