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I Don't Let My Mouth Say Nothin' My Head Can't Stand.

The Brick House Was One Of The Toughest Joints I Ever Played In ... Guys Would Drink And Fight One Another Like Circle Saws. Bottles Would Come Flying Over The Bandstand Like Crazy And There Was Lots Of Plain Common Shooting And Cutting. But Somehow All That Jive Didn't Faze Me At All. I Was So Happy To Have Some Place To Blow My Horn.

Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans. When That's Where You Left Your Heart. The Moonlight On The Bayou A Creole Tune That Fills The Air. I Dream About Magnolias In Bloom And I'm Wishin' I Was There.

Musicians Don't Retire; They Stop When There's No More Music In Them.

I Don't Get Involved In Politics. I Just Blow My Horn.