I Don't Know What Would Have Happened

Other Arms Reach Out To Me, Other Eyes Smile Tenderly, Still In Peaceful Dreams I See, The Road Leads Back To You.

I Never Considered Myself Part Of Rock 'n' Roll. My Stuff Was More Adult. It Was More Difficult For Teenagers To Relate To; My Stuff Was Filled With More Despair Than Anything You'd Associate With Rock 'n' Roll. Since I Couldn't See People Dancing, I Didn't Write Jitterbugs Or Twists. I Wrote Rhythms That Moved Me. My Style Requires Pure Heart Singing.

Nowadays They Say You Need A Special Chip To Put In The Tv So Kids Can't Watch This And That. In My Day, We Didn't Need A Chip. My Mom Was The Chip. End Of Story.

I'm Not Into The Money Thing. You Can Only Sleep In One Bed At A Time. You Can Only Eat One Meal At A Time, Or Be In One Car At A Time. So I Don't Have To Have Millions Of Dollars To Be Happy. All I Need Are Clothes On My Back, A Decent Meal, And A Little Loving When I Feel Like It. That's The Bottom Line.

I'm Not A Jazz Singer, Blues Singer Or Country Singer. I'm A Singer That Can Sing Rhythm & Blues, That Can Sing Jazz, That Can Sing Country. There's A Big Difference. In Other Words, I'm Not A Specialist.