Well sunshine. Fall on me. Won't you tell me. When the hour is late. Tell them old crows. Want to fly away. Tell the darkness. That you ain't no slave.
Here I go again straight up out the motel. Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail. If I quit, I'm just rolling the dice. Couldn't pass up the red beans and rice singin'.
When I die, Lord. Oh, won't You put my soul up on a train. Won't You send it southbound. Give a cool blues man name. . 'Cause I've been lost on them back roads.
Fallin' down on me, before you taste the rage. Burn me down, I'm a book, not a page. Lend me your dream, here's a wing for my pay. When the shoe's on the other foot, you ain't got much to say.
Well sunshine. Fall on me. Won't you tell me. When the hour is late. Tell them old crows. Want to fly away. Tell the darkness. That you ain't no slave.
Here I go again. Straight up out the motel. Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail. If I quit, I'm just rolling the dice. Couldn't pass up the red beans and rice.
when I die lord wont you put me up on that train. when I die lord wont you put my soul up on a train. wont you send it southbound give it a cool bluesman name.