Saving Was Slow And Painful.

You Can Never Tell What's In A Woman's Mind, And If She's From Harlem, There's No Use O' Tryin

My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For Music. This Thrilled Me.

The Blues - The Sound Of A Sinner On Revival Day.

The Name Of My Ailment Was Longing, And It Was Not Cured Till I Finally Went To The Department Store And Counted Out The Money In Small Coins Before The Dismayed Clerk. When I Came To The House, I Held Up The Instrument Before The Eyes Of The Astonished Household.

In The South Of Long Ago Whenever A New Man Appeared For Work In Any Of The Laborers Gangs, He Would Be Asked If He Could Sing. If He Could He Got The Job. The Singing Of These Working Men Set The Rhythm For The Work.