My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For

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

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.

Saving Was Slow And Painful.

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

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