It's Getting Almost So Bad A Colored

I Don't Let My Mouth Say Nothin' My Head Can't Stand.

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.

When You're With Another Tea Smoker It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.

Making Money Ain't Nothing Exciting To Me. You Might Be Able To Buy A Little Better Booze Than The Wino On The Corner. But You Get Sick Just Like The Next Cat And When You Die You're Just As Graveyard Dead As He Is.

A Lotta Cats Copy The Mona Lisa, But People Still Line Up To See The Original.