Preaching Blues

 

 

Az utolsó sor „’stil’ry”-je teljes formájában „destillery,” vagyis szeszfőzde.

 

 

Robert Johnson

Preaching Blues

 

Mmmmm mmmmm

Woke up this mornin', got the blues walkin' like a man,

Woke up this mornin', got the blues walkin' like a man,

Worried blues, give me your right hand.

 

The blues fell mama's child, and tore me all upside down,

The blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down,

Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round.

 

The blues, is a low-down shakin' chill,

The blues is a low-down shakin' chill,

Ain't never had them, hope you never will.

 

Well, the blues is a mean old aching heart disease,

The blues is a mean old aching heart disease,

Like consumption, killing me by degrees.


I can study rain, oh oh drive, oh oh drive my blues away,

I been studyin' the rain, gonna drive my blues away,

Goin' to the 'stil'ry, stay out there all day.

 

 

 

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