Music To Me Is Just Like Breathing.

I Had To Pawn My Clothes Just To Pay My Rent.

Rhythm And Blues Used To Be Called Race Music. ... This Music Was Going On For Years, But Nobody Paid Any Attention To It.

I Sing What I Sing True. Each Night I Sing It The Way I Feel That Night.

My Music Had Roots Which I'd Dug Up From My Own Childhood, Musical Roots Buried In The Darkest Soil.

You Ask Me What I'd Like To Do That I Haven't Done And I Say 'nothin'!' I Haven't Any Mountains To Climb Or Oceans To Swim. I've Been An Extremely Blessed Individual. ... I'm Not Clamorin' For More Trinkets. If I Were To Die Tomorrow, I Could Say I've Had A Good Life.