Nature Was My Kindergarten.

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

I Knew The Whistle Of Each Of The River Boats On The Tennessee.

With A Guitar I Would Be Able To Express The Things I Felt In Sounds.

I Think America Concedes That True American Music Has Sprung From The Negro.

Whenever I Heard The Song Of A Bird And The Answering Call Of Its Mate, I Could Visualize The Notes In Scale, All Built Up Within My Consciousness As A Natural Symphony.