All music is folk music, I ain't never heard no horse sing a song |
Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home. |
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans? |
I don't let my mouth say nothin' my head can't stand |
I felt bad at first. I'm like, what are we doing in Utah? I thought we were going to San Antonio like the National Guard told us. Man, we wound up far away from the south, but I've adjusted and I'm about to start my life over here in Utah. |
I got a simple rule about everybody. If you don't treat me right / shame on you! |
I never tried to prove nothing, just wanted to give a good show. My life has always been my music, it's always come first, but the music ain't worth nothing if you can't lay it on the public. The main thing is to live for that audience, 'cause what you're there for is to please the people. |
I see trees of green........ red roses too I see ’em bloom..... for me and for you And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue..... clouds of white Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world. The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by I see friends shaking hands.....sayin’.. how do you do They’re really sayin’......I love you. |
I'm going to miss Robert's market, the cleaners and the dentist, ... But we'll deal with that. |
If ya ain't got it in ya, ya can't blow it out |
If you have to ask what jazz is, you'll never know. |
If you have to ask, then you'll never know (when asked 'what is jazz?') |
Melting pots |
Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them. |
Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them. |