My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For

The Blues - The Sound Of A Sinner On Revival Day.

I Think America Concedes That True American Music Has Sprung From The Negro.

The Name Of My Ailment Was Longing, And It Was Not Cured Till I Finally Went To The Department Store And Counted Out The Money In Small Coins Before The Dismayed Clerk. When I Came To The House, I Held Up The Instrument Before The Eyes Of The Astonished Household.

You Can Never Tell What's In A Woman's Mind, And If She's From Harlem, There's No Use O' Tryin

Nature Was My Kindergarten.