I Knew The Whistle Of

Life Is Like A Trumpet - If You Don't Put Anything Into It, You Don't Get Anything Out Of It.

A Lean, Loose-jointed Negro Had Commenced Plunking A Guitar Beside Me While I Slept. His Clothes Were Rags; His Feet Peeped Out Of His Shoes. His Face Had On It Some Of The Sadness Of The Ages. As He Played, He Pressed A Knife On The Strings Of The Guitar In A Manner Popularized By Hawaiian Guitarists Who Used Steel Bars. The Effect Was Unforgettable.

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

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.

Sometimes I Feel Like Nothin,' Somethin' Throwed Away, Somethin' Throwed Away. And Then I Get My Guitar, Play The Blues All Day.