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?.
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.