If You Still Have To Ask, Shame

My Whole Life, My Whole Soul, My Whole Spirit Is To Blow That Horn.

The Brick House Was One Of The Toughest Joints I Ever Played In ... Guys Would Drink And Fight One Another Like Circle Saws. Bottles Would Come Flying Over The Bandstand Like Crazy And There Was Lots Of Plain Common Shooting And Cutting. But Somehow All That Jive Didn't Faze Me At All. I Was So Happy To Have Some Place To Blow My Horn.

I Don't Get Involved In Politics. I Just Blow My Horn.

It's Getting Almost So Bad A Colored Man Hasn't Got Any Country.

Every Time I Close My Eyes Blowing That Trumpet Of Mine, I Look Right Into The Heart Of Good Old New Orleans. It Has Given Me Something To Live For.