Never Play A Thing The Same Way

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.

Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans. When That's Where You Left Your Heart. The Moonlight On The Bayou A Creole Tune That Fills The Air. I Dream About Magnolias In Bloom And I'm Wishin' I Was There.

The Memory Of Things Gone Is Important To A Jazz Musician. Things Like Old Folks Singing In The Moonlight In The Back Yard On A Hot Night Or Something Said Long Ago.

You Can't Take It For Granted. Even If We Have Two, Three Days Off I Still Have To Blow That Horn A Few Hours To Keep Up The Chops. I Mean I've Been Playing 50 Years, And That's What I've Been Doing In Order To Keep In That Groove There.

My Life Has Always Been My Music, It's Always Come First, But The Music Ain't Worth Nothing If You Can't Lay It On The Public. The Main Thing Is To Live For That Audience, 'cause What You're There For Is To Please The People.