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Life is something...
Life is something like a trumpet. If you don't put anything in, you won't get anything...
You can never...
You can never tell what's in a woman's mind,
And if she's from Harlem, there's no use o'...
In the South...
In the South of long ago whenever a new man appeared for work in any of the laborers' gangs, he would be asked if he...
Hard times that's...
Hard times that's all we hear 'round this way.
Odd dimes they're growing thinner each day.
Good times, Just...
Sometimes I feel...
Sometimes I feel like nothin,' somethin' throwed away,
Somethin' throwed away.
And then I get my guitar, play...