A Kiss That Is Never Tasted, Is

If I Don't Have Friends, Then I Ain't Nothing.

So I Asked Him To Play "trav'lin' All Alone." That Came Closer Than Anything To The Way I Felt. And Some Part Of It Must Have Come Across. The Whole Joint Quieted Down. If Someone Had Dropped A Pin, It Would Have Sounded Like A Bomb. When I Finished, Everybody In The Joint Was Crying In Their Beer, And I Picked Thirty-eight Bucks Up Off The Floor. . . . When I Showed Mom The Money For The Rent And Told Her I Had A Regular Job Singing For Eighteen Dollars A Week, She Could Hardly Believe It.

Them That's Got Shall Get, Them That's Not Shall Lose. So The Bible Says, And It Still Is News. Mama May Have, Papa May Have, But God Bless The Child That's Got His Own.

I Can't Stand To Sing The Same Song The Same Way Two Nights In Succession. If You Can, Then It Ain't Music, It's Close Order Drill, Or Exercise Or Yodeling Or Something, Not Music.

All Dope Can Do For You Is Kill You... The Long Hard Way. And It Can Kill The People You Love Right Along With You.