The Way They Are Treating My People

There's Only Two Ways To Sum Up Music; Either It's Good Or It's Bad. If It's Good You Don't Mess About It, You Just Enjoy It.

The Colors Of The Rainbow So Pretty In The Sky Are Also On The Faces Of People Goin' By I See Friends Shaking Hands Saying, "how Do You Do" They're Really Saying "i Love You." I Hear Babies Cry, I Watch Then Grow They'll Learn Much More Than I'll Ever Know; And I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World; Yes, I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World. Oh Yeah!

As A Youngster In The Little Orphanage Home In New Orleans, I Was The Bugler Of The Institution. When I Got To Be Around 13 Or 14 Years Old, They Took Me Off The Bugle And Put Me In The Little Brass Band.

If You Still Have To Ask, Shame On You

Red Beans And Ricely Yours.