W. C. Handy

“ Take my advice, folks and see Beale Street first.
You'll see pretty Browns in beautiful gowns,
You'll see tailor mades and hand me, downs
You'll meet honest men and pick-pockets skilled
You'll find that bus'ness never closes till somebody gets killed. ”

“ Way down where the Southern cross' the Dog, Money don't zactly grow on trees, On cotton stalks it grows wid ease; No racehorse, racetrack no grandstand Is like Old Beck and Buckshot land, Down where the Southern cross' the Dog. ”