My Whole Life, My Whole

Every Time I Close My Eyes Blowing That Trumpet Of Mine, I Look Right Into The Heart Of Good Old New Orleans. It Has Given Me Something To Live For.

I See Trees Of Green, Red Roses Too. I See Them Bloom For Me And You. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World. I See Skies Of Blue And Clouds Of White. The Bright Blessed Day, The Dark Sacred Night. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World

I'm A Spade, You're An Ofay. Let's Play.

White Folks Still In The Lead.

You Will Never Know What The Meaning Of Jazz Is If Ask What It Means.