Just past Friar’s Point, over where the crossroads lay Yes, just past Friar’s Point, over where the crossroads lay Oh, I was walking by the cornfields And I swear I heard Robert Johnson play
Oh, down in New Orleans, preaching in the lions den Oh, down in New Orleans, preaching in the lions den You can hear Irma Thomas Take it right back to church again
We got the blues darling Surely ain’t got a thing to lose Oh, we got the blues Surely don’t have a thing to lose Oh, darling, it’s the blues that really make you move
Oh, do they hang on Beale Street Music blasting out of every door Oh, do they hang on Beale Street Music pouring out of every door Rocking the house of B.B.’s Your feet, they never touch the floor
Oh, south side of Chicago Over where Magic Sam used to play Oh, south side of Chicago Over at the Checkerboard Lounge You can still here Muddy Waters Laying all that song, “Slow Down”
Oh, we got the blues, darling Surely don’t have a thing to lose Oh, we got the blues, darling Surely don’t have a thing to lose
Yeah, these are the people Oh, who really make you moveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
