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.
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.
I'm writing you this letter from some old hotel. I can feel the distance between us. From the Spanish Steps to the liberty bell. I know the Angels have seen us seen us, baby see us, baby.