Quotes by Carl Perkins

After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. It's in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin' at it.

I was bucking a good-looking cat called Elvis who had beautiful hair, wasn't married, and had all kinds of great moves.

If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.

That rockabilly sound wasn't as simple as I thought it was.