I've Been Told That Nobody Sings The

I Try To Improvise Like Les Young, Louis Armstrong Or Someone Else I Admire. What Comes Out Is What I Feel.

I'm Always Making A Comeback But Nobody Ever Tells Me Where I've Been.

You Can Be Up To Your Boobies In White Satin, With Gardenias In Your Hair And No Sugar Cane For Miles, But You Can Still Be Working On A Plantation.

One Day A Whole Damn Song Fell Into Place In My Head.

I Can't Stand To Sing The Same Song The Same Way Two Nights In Succession, Let Alone Two Years Or Ten Years.