Anybody Singing The Blues Is In A

When You Are Through With The Blues, You've Got Nothing To Rest On.

Blues Are The Songs Of Despair.

My Hands, My Feet, I Throw My Whole Body To Say All That Is Within Me.

Baby, Black Promoters Oppressed Me Before White Promoters Ever Got Hold Of Me. Don't Talk Skin To Me.

The Lord Doesn't Like Us To Be Dead. Be Alive. Sometimes I Dance To The Glory Of The Lord, Because He Said So.