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I Took A Fresh Pack Of Luckies, A Mint Called Sen-sen, My Old Man's Trojans.

I Have Been Both Praised And Criticized. The Criticism Stung, But The Praise Sometimes Bothered Me Even More. To Have Received Such Praise And Honors Has Always Been Puzzling To Me.

Most People You'd Tell "i'm Gonna Be A Musician," They'd Say, "you're Crazy, You're Gonna Starve, You're Gonna Be Poor, A Drug Addict, Go To Jail, You'll Never Make It, There's Too Much Competition, It's A Terrible Business," Etc. But My Chorus Teacher In High School Said, "you've Got What It Takes To Be A Really Good Professional Musician, You Should Consider It." That Was An Epiphany For Me. So I Thought, Well, Maybe I Can Help Somebody, Too.

Well I Never Had A Place That I Could Call My Very Own/that's All Right, My Love, 'cause You're My Home.

Sing Us A Song You're The Piano Man. Sing Us A Song Tonight. Cause We're All In The Mood For A Melody, And You've Got Us Feeling All Right.