You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The

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

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.

If My Serenade Of Song And Story Should Serve As A Pillow For Some Composer's Head, As Yet Perhaps Unborn, To Dream And Build On Our Fond Melodies In His Tomorrow, I Have Not Labored In Vain.

My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For Music. This Thrilled Me.

I Knew The Whistle Of Each Of The River Boats On The Tennessee.