Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane. Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues. In the middle of the pouring rain. . W. C. Handy - won't you look down over me.
Put on my blue suede shoes. And I boarded the plane. Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues. In the middle of the pouring rain. W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me?.
Listen old soldier wherever you are. The hills or the valleys come near or come far. They say youth's a treasure we waste when we're young. So come down from the place where your medals are hung.
Let's go down to the sound tonight. Tide is low and we can walk on water. Reel me in under that starry light. Just like a fisherman's daughter. . Baby when the bands and the barkers go home.
Clouds move in. From off the horizon. Feels like the nighttime. In the middle of the day. . And I don't know why. But it's still so suprisin'. How a love grows stronger.
Watched it comin' up Winslow, down south park boulevard. Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood. Great big fins and painted steel. Man it looked just like the batmobile.
My father was a working man. But his work was never done. He stood behind a counter. And he smiled at everyone. He bought himself a business. Worked seven days a week.
Well, I had just checked in when the sun came up. After ten hours on the bus. I was staring at the stains on the ceiling, baby. Trying not to think about us.
Listen old soldier wherever you are. The hills or the valleys come near or come far. They say youth is a treasure we waste when we're young. So come down from that place where your medals are hung.
They say my final masterpiece. Was this house upon the hill. High above the great and mighty river. . My hand could not hold the brushes. Yes, I guess I lost my will.
My friends will ask me how I'm doin'. But I just can't lie to 'em. Not feeling fine today. I saw my dreams they were a. Ship on the ocean now it. Looks like they're miles away.
Dogs are barkin' and she's so high. She's never comin' down. Don't wanna pull the shade tonight. I think I wanna drown. . I'm sendin' out a message. Or could I die too soon?.
Got your call from California. But I could hardly hear your voice. Through the hissing of the highway. And all that other noise. . You said I might lose you in the canyon.
I can see you with the top down. In that car you keep under the eaves. I can see the ocean wind blow. Through your hair and all along your sleeves. . I see you turning up the radio.
Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling. Don't talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air. Don't talk to her when no one knows you're calling.
Baby King. Baby King. You got to get ready for a Baby King. You might dance, Daddy. You might sing. But you never seen nothin' like a Baby King. . It was a bright and sunny summer morn, she said.
Sometimes you've got to go back. Sometimes you don't know why. Sometimes you've got to go back. Sometimes you don't know why. . I can see the sunshine coming through my room.