Someday The Sun Is Going To Shine

Blues Are The Songs Of Despair.

One Thing About Playing The Real Jazz Is That You Can't Count It.

I Close My Eyes When I Sing So I Can Feel The Song Better.

Baby, Black Promoters Oppressed Me Before White Promoters Ever Got Hold Of Me. Don't Talk Skin To Me.

Someday The Sun Is Going To Shine Down On Me In Some Faraway Place.