The turn in the road of American music had come into view.

We will find out the truth, when our own turn comes.

When I was about eight years old my turn came.

Around another turn and we came to a large open space.

When my turn came, there still was a line behind me.

I only want to know if my turn has come at last.

By the time my turn came, there were another seven or eight behind me.

So he took it, as would I when my turn came.

I will tell you what the other players were saying when their turn comes.

When his turn came to die, I was with him.