I ain’t good-lookin’, but I’m somebody’s angel child.

Listen to my story and everything will come out true.

It’s a long old road, but I know I’m gonna find the end.

I've been poor and I've been rich, and rich is better.

When my bed is empty,/ Makes me feel awful mean and blue./ My springs are getting rusty,/ Living single like I do.

I don't want no drummer. I set the tempo.

The Greatest Blues Singer in the World Will Never Stop Singing.

There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good.

I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.

Listen to my story and everything will come out true