I Don't Think I'm Singing.

Lust May Be In The Heart, Though It Be Not Seen By Others; As Guests May Be In The House, Though They Look Not Out At The Windows.

Them That's Got Shall Get, Them That's Not Shall Lose. So The Bible Says, And It Still Is News. Mama May Have, Papa May Have, But God Bless The Child That's Got His Own.

God Bless The Child That's Got His Own.

Don't Threaten Me With Love, Baby. Let's Just Go Walking In The Rain.

So I Asked Him To Play "trav'lin' All Alone." That Came Closer Than Anything To The Way I Felt. And Some Part Of It Must Have Come Across. The Whole Joint Quieted Down. If Someone Had Dropped A Pin, It Would Have Sounded Like A Bomb. When I Finished, Everybody In The Joint Was Crying In Their Beer, And I Picked Thirty-eight Bucks Up Off The Floor. . . . When I Showed Mom The Money For The Rent And Told Her I Had A Regular Job Singing For Eighteen Dollars A Week, She Could Hardly Believe It.