Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all day.

Put your faith in God and confidence in yourself.

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.

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.

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, . . .