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?.
Down along these hillside. Many miles ago. Lived a man of vision child. But little did I know, know. . He was always talking child. About the heart and soul.
I talk to you in turbulence. That's when I see the light. But she has visions on the hillside. Then she speaks in tongues all night. . You've got such a faithful little servant.
Maybe life is curious to see what you would do. With the gift of being left alive. How love, how give, spread the higher purpose. And cut through all the shuck and jive.