When we sing the blues, we're singin' out our hearts, we're singing out our feelings. Maybe we're hurt and just can't answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues.

want won't kill you half as quick as worry will.

every heart has its graveyard.

Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!

She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.

If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.