I Want A Sunday Kind

They Said That Etta James Is Still Vulgar. I Said, Oh, How Dare Them Say I'm Still Vulgar. I'm Vulgar Because I Dance In The Chair. What Would They Want Me To Do? Want Me To Just Be Still Or Something Like That? I've Got To Do Something.

The Music Was Thunder And Joy. Lightning Bolts Of Happiness And Praise, Foot-stomping, Dance-shouting, Good-feeling Singing From The Soul.

All The Things I Used To Like - Cookies, Ice Cream, Gumbo - I Don't Like Anymore.

My Mother Always Wanted Me To Be A Jazz Singer, But I Always Wanted To Be Raunchy.

And As I Started Reaching Deeper I Realized That Most Of The Blues Of That Day Was Done By Men. Women Just Didn't Have The Nerve.