Picking a guitar was a lot easier than picking cotton.

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.

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

It beats picking cotton

Where are the slaves? Who's picking the cotton?

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.