When you're with another tea smoker it makes you feel a special kinship.

At first it was just a misdemeanor, but then you lost the "mis-de" and you just got meaner and meaner.

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans. When that's where you left your heart. The moonlight on the bayou a creole tune that fills the air. I dream about magnolias in bloom and I'm wishin' I was there.

You see, pops, that's the kind of talk that's ruining the music. Everyone's trying to do something new, no one trying to learn the fundamentals first. All them young cats playing their wierd chords. And what happens? No one's working.

Never play a thing the same way twice.

White folks still in the lead.

It ain't whatcha say, it's the way howcha say it.