My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.

In The South Of Long Ago Whenever A New Man Appeared For Work In Any Of The Laborers Gangs, He Would Be Asked If He Could Sing. If He Could He Got The Job. The Singing Of These Working Men Set The Rhythm For The Work.

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

Sometimes I Feel Like Nothin,' Somethin' Throwed Away, Somethin' Throwed Away. And Then I Get My Guitar, Play The Blues All Day.

Nature Was My Kindergarten.