Every time I close my eyes blowing that trumpet of mine, I look right into the heart of good old New Orleans. It has given me something to live for.
My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn.
When you're with another tea smoker it makes you feel a special kinship.
Unless you know what it is I ain't never going to be able to explain it to you.
A lotta cats copy the Mona Lisa, but people still line up to see the original.
It makes you feel good, man, makes you forget all the bad things that happen to a Negro. It makes you feel wanted, and when you're with another tea smoker, it makes you feel a special kinship.