Other times I'm thinkin' I'm So low I don't know If I can come up at all. Black crows in the meadow Across a broad highway. Black crows in the meadow
: Out in Black Mountain a child will smack your face I'm saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face The babies cryin' for liquor, and
voleur Quand le film se termine Que devient le blues black brother Passe l'Hudson River Tous les chagrins sont clean Que devient le blues black brother Que devient le blues black
I'm on an airplane Close to sea Going nowhere I wanna be Distant lands Don't know who I am Eyes are heavy Mind is shook Can't feel Drugs I took Distant
face it The blues in black and white When I got home I knew [Incomprehensible] Something was wrong tonight When I found the note you wrote, it gave me The blues in black
No one cares about me No, I ain't even got a friend Well, my baby's gone and left me When will my troubles end? Black night is falling Oh, I hate to
I had a dream last night God knows a black cat had crossed my trail I had a dream last night God knows a black cat had crossed my trail You know I don
far and few But whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues
times I'm thinkin' I'm so low I don't know If I can come up at all Black crows in the meadow, sleepin' across a broad highway Black crows in the meadow
Bird of prey gonna float away To a feather cloud formation I'm gonna dig for pretty and strange Gonna open me up, a black gold vein Arrow on fire, flash
live just by their will while some are slaves for rules! (no rules) But there's one thing you can't choose... Got the Sanguinary Blues! [Lead - MV]
got up this mo'nin Blues all 'round my bed I turned back my 'kiver' Blues all in my bed Turned back my 'kiver' Blues all in my bed. ~
Black Mattie Blues Trk 5 Dsc 1 3:27 Sleepy John Estes (John Adams Estes) Sleepy John Estes - vocal & guitar, Jab Jones - piano 'Tee' - harmonica, James
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son Stick it in the wind Put the mountains to your back, the great plains on your grille Time to take a little
It was a cold black night and the rain was fallin' down It was a cold black night and the rain was fallin' down It was a cold back night The night that
to fade away It ain't no use, test pilot blues A sunny day, boy, it sure do hurt Big bang sky, a big bang dirt I've seen blue you've never seen And
But whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues Whoever said a city boy can't have the country blues
Sometimes I have a ghetto in my mind And other times, sunshine, high head fine In between I get cold, old mean Intertwined with country pride, open and
