I've got the world in a jug; The stopper's in my hand.
I've got the world in a jug; The stopper's in my hand.
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all day.
None of them going to treat me bad, honey, I'm too strict for that.
Maybe if I knew music I couldn't do what I am doing.
The musicians that didn't know music could play the best blues. I know that I don't want no musicians who know all about music playin' for me.
I'm not living the blues I'm just singing for the women who think they can't speak out. Can't a man alive mistreat me, 'cause I know who I am.
Put your faith in God and confidence in yourself.
Blues means what milk does to a baby. Blues is what the spirit is to the minister. We sing the blues because our hearts have been hurt, our souls have been disturbed.
I'm having a good time, Please don't blame me, I'm knocking myself out; Don't try to tame me; Let me have my fun, I've got to have my fling, Some folks say I'm blowing my top; Talk don't mean a thing, . . .
I would sing softly, and if the people at the next table would want to hear what I was doing, they'd have to call me over and give me a tip.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories