I Don't Need Words. It's All In

All Them Weird Chords Which Don't Mean A Thing...you Got No Melody To Remember, And No Beat To Dance To

I Had A Chance To Play With The Best Musicians That Were Coming Through Because I Was Pretty Good Myself Or Else They Wouldn't Have Tolerated With Me.

Every Time I Close My Eyes Blowing That Trumpet Of Mine, I Look Right Into The Heart Of Good Old New Orleans. It Has Given Me Something To Live For.

If Ya Ain't Got It In Ya, Ya Can't Blow It Out.

You Blows Who You Is.