What We Play Is Life.

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.

All Them Weird Chords Which Don't Mean A Thing...you Got No Melody To Remember, And No Beat To Dance To

I See Trees Of Green, Red Roses Too. I See Them Bloom For Me And You. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World. I See Skies Of Blue And Clouds Of White. The Bright Blessed Day, The Dark Sacred Night. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World

As Many Bands As You Heard [in New Orleans], That's How Many Bands You Heard Playing Right. I Thought I Was In Heaven Playing Second Trumpet In The Tuxedo Brass Band -- And They Had Some Funeral Marches That Would Just Touch Your Heart, They Were So Beautiful.

When You're With Another Tea Smoker It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.