Blues Across America Lyrics - Singles - Tom Faulkner

Way down here, in the heart of Texas 

There's a own kinda blues going on 

Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King 

Robert J's licks are heard on every song 

They play 'em wild as a herd of horses 

Rumbling through the open plain 

If I throw you down a back road 

Dumped you in a honky tonk 

You'd never wanna go home again 

'Coz the broke down sound 

Of an old Telecaster's about the 

Sweetest sound I know 

Blues across America 

Gotta have it on the radio 

Blues across America 

I gotta have it everywhere I go 

Well, come on up in the Memphis 

Where we like to say the blues' home 

You see, Elvis picked up 

Where the real kings left off 

And we're still carrying on 

Take a walk down Beale Street 

Every place you pass by, they call you in 

A beggar playing up the street 

B.B.'s down a block or two 

You'll find me somewhere else in between 

The broke down sound 

Of a harp through the microphone 

The sweetest sound I know 

Blues across America 

Gotta have it on the radio 

Blues across America 

Gotta have it everywhere I go 

Now go on and show 'em what I'm talking about 

Blues across America 

Gotta have it on the radio 

Blues across America 

Gotta have it everywhere I go 

Oh, when I hear the howling 

Like to add a little rhythm to our blues 

And I'm looking at [Incomprehensible] notes 

He's shaking people in they shoes 

Memphis [Incomprehensible] around midnight 

Shimmy while our lovers lay 

Go until the break of down 

Check around, nobody's gone 

Sing it [Incomprehensible] 

The broke down sound 

Of a [Incomprehensible] 

About the sweetest sound I know 

Blues across America 

Gotta have it on the radio 

Blues across America 

Gotta have it everywhere I go 

Blues across America 

I gotta have it on the radio 

Blues across America 

I gotta have it everywhere I go 

Here we go now, here we go