The Blues - The Sound Of A

Setting My Mind On A Musical Instrument Was Like Falling In Love. All The World Seemed Bright And Changed.

You Can Never Tell What's In A Woman's Mind, And If She's From Harlem, There's No Use O' Tryin

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.

I Hate To See The Evening Sun Go Down.

The Blues - The Sound Of A Sinner On Revival Day.