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Life is something like a trumpet. If you don't put anything in, you won't get anything out."
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"You can never tell what's in a woman's mind, And if she's from Harlem, there's no use o' tryin'"
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"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 could sing. If he could he got the job. The singing of these working men set the rhythm for the work."
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"Hard times that's all we hear 'round this way. Odd dimes they're growing thinner each day. Good times, "Just 'round the corner," so they say."
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"Sometimes I feel like nothin,' somethin' throwed away, Somethin' throwed away. And then I get my guitar, play the blues all day."
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