Blues Are The Songs Of Despair, But

Someday The Sun Is Going To Shine Down On Me In Some Faraway Place.

How Can You Sing Of Amazing Grace? How Can You Sing Prayerfully Of Heaven And Earth And All God's Wonders Without Using Your Hands?

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

Without A Song, Each Day Would Be A Century.

If You Don't Like Louis Armstrong, You Don't Know How To Love.