I Would Sing The Blues

Don't Bother Me, Leave Me Alone. Anyway, I'm Almost Grown.

Roll Over Beethoven, Tell Tchaikovsky The News.

All Were Artists, Playing Foolish, Having Fights And Making Love As If The Rest Of The World Had No Racial Problems Whatsoever.

You Know, Your Ears Record. You Might Can Sing A Song Once You Hear It.

He Never Ever Learned To Read Or Write So Well, But He Could Play His Guitar Like He Was Ringing A Bell.