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The Name Of My Ailment Was Longing, And It Was Not Cured Till I Finally Went To The Department Store And Counted Out The Money In Small Coins Before The Dismayed Clerk. When I Came To The House, I Held Up The Instrument Before The Eyes Of The Astonished Household.

I Think America Concedes That True American Music Has Sprung From The Negro.

Sometimes I Feel Like Nothin,' Somethin' Throwed Away, Somethin' Throwed Away. And Then I Get My Guitar, Play The Blues All Day.

I Hate To See The Evening Sun Go Down.

You've Got To Appreciate The Things That Come From The Art Of The Negro And From The Heart Of The Man Farthest Down.