The Jazz And Blues Clubs Are Like

When You Catch Me Playing Something At Home, It's Somebody Else's Stuff Where I Can What We Call Steal Licks From, And That's How I Taught Myself How To Play.

The Jazz And Blues Clubs Are Like The Jazz And Blues Musicians - They're Disappearing.

Blues Musicians Don't Retire. They Drop.

When I Went To Chicago, I'll Put It Like This: I Was Looking For A Dime And I Found A Quarter.

They Say The Blues Is Sad, But When B.b. Sings 'i Got A Sweet Little Angel, I Love The Way She Spreads Her Wings,' That Don't Sound Too Sad To Me!