All I ever wanted to do was play the guitar; singing was a sideline.

I listened to a battery radio, old country and pop stuff. Because I was singing all the time, my dad bought me a $7.50 guitar.

Picking a guitar was a lot easier than picking cotton.

Classical Gas. You can play this song with a symphony, or you can play with a couple of guitars. That's what we're going to do.

He'd come in and play piano jazz with the band until the A&R man and the producer would go, 'Are you guys ready in there yet?' And he said, 'Well, in just a while.' We'd be jamming. He wouldn't pay any attention to it. I remember the session -- (it was for) Lazy Hazy Days Of Summer.

I'll tell you, my dad played and sang, and it didn't take me long to figure out that playing a guitar was a whole lot better than getting ahold of a hoe handle or chopping cotton, man.