If Life Gives You Limes, Make Margaritas.

Mother, Mother Ocean, I Have Heard You Call. Wanted To Sail Upon Your Waters, Since I Was Three Feet Tall. You've Seen It All, You've Seen It All. Watched The Men Who Rode You, Switch From Sails To Steam. In Your Belly, You Hold The Treasure That Few Have Ever Seen, Most Of Them Dreams, Most Of Them Dreams.

And You Find As A Writer There Are Certain Spots On The Planet Where You Write Better Than Others, And I Believe In That. And New Orleans Is One Of Them.

Mother Mother Ocean, I Have Heard Your Call.

Songwriters Write Songs, But They Really Belong To The Listener.

I'd Rather Die While I'm Living Then Live While I'm Dead.