When You're Dead, You're Done.

I Don't Let My Mouth Say Nothin' My Head Can't Stand.

Don't Do Nothing Halfway, Else You Find Yourself Dropping More Than Can Be Picked Up.

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.

When I Was Young And Very Green, I Worte That Tune, Sister Kate, And Someone Said That's Fine, Let Me Publish It For You. I'll Give You Fifty Dollars. I Didn't Know Nothing About Papers, And Business, And I Sold It Outright.

When You're Dead, You're Done.