It's Getting Almost So Bad A Colored

The Colors Of The Rainbow So Pretty In The Sky Are Also On The Faces Of People Goin' By I See Friends Shaking Hands Saying, "how Do You Do" They're Really Saying "i Love You." I Hear Babies Cry, I Watch Then Grow They'll Learn Much More Than I'll Ever Know; And I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World; Yes, I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World. Oh Yeah!

It Makes You Feel Good, Man, Makes You Forget All The Bad Things That Happen To A Negro. It Makes You Feel Wanted, And When You're With Another Tea Smoker, It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.

Red Beans And Ricely Yours.

A Lot Of The Musicians Asked Me If When I Hit My High-cs On The Records I Had A Clarinet Take The Notes. Some [thought] I Had Invented Some Kind Of Gadget So I Could Play High Register. They Weren't Satisfied Until They Handed Me A Trumpet That They Had With Them And Had Me Swing It. Then They Cheered.

Musicians In My Day Had Nicknames. My Name Was "satchel Mouth," Like A Doctor's Satchel. When I Went To England This Fellow Was Strictly English, And He Was Editor Of The Newspaper There. He Shook My Hand After I Got Off The Train And Said, "hello, Satchmo." So Right Away My Trombone Player Said, "mmm, The Man Thinks You Have Mo' Mouth Than Satchel Mouth." So I Was Stuck With It, And It Turned Out All Right.