On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.

I think I have something tonight that's not quite correct for evening wear. Blue suede shoes.

That's why I hate to get started in these jam sessions. I'm always the last one to leave.

You ain't nothing but hound dog, cryin' all the time. You ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine.

We do two shows a night for five weeks. A lotta times we'll go upstairs and sing until daylight - gospel songs. We grew up with it...It more or less puts your mind at ease. It does mine.

Man, I really like Vegas.

Those people in New York are not gonna change me none.