You've Got To Appreciate The Things That

Life Is Like A Trumpet - If You Don't Put Anything Into It, You Don't Get Anything Out Of It.

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.

I Hate To See The Evening Sun Go Down.