I Never Sing A Song The Same

I Joined Count Basie's Band To Make A Little Money And To See The World. For Two Years I Didn't See Anything But The Inside Of A Blue Goose Bus, And I Never Got To Send Home A Quarter.

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.

I Don't Think I'm Singing. I Feel Like I'm Playing A Horn...what Comes Out Is What I Feel.

You Can Be Up To Your Boobies In White Satin, With Gardenias In Your Hair And No Sugar Cane For Miles, But You Can Still Be Working On A Plantation.

If You Copy, It Means You're Working Without Any Real Feeling. No Two People On Earth Are Alike, And It's Got To Be That Way In Music Or It Isn't Music.