There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good.

The Greatest Blues Singer in the World Will Never Stop Singing.

It's a long old road, but I know I'm gonna find the end.

I ain't good-lookin', but I'm somebody's angel child.

Listen to my story and everything will come out true

I don't want no drummer. I set the tempo.

I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.