The Blues - The Sound

I Hate To See The Evening Sun Go Down.

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

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

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

Where The Tennessee River, Like A Silver Snake, Winds Her Way Through The Clay Hills Of Alabama, Sits High On These Hills, My Home Town, Florence.