Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things.
Big Bill Broonzy
Bright lights, big city Gone to my baby's head Ah bright lights, big city They've gone to my baby's head [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/GykX ] Well I tried to tell you woman But you don't listen to what I said
Alright, pretty baby You'll knock yourself out some day Oh alright, pretty baby You'll knock yourself out some day Well I tried to tell you woman But you don't listen to what I say
(Jimmy Reed)
ReplyDeleteBright lights, big city
Gone to my baby's head
Ah bright lights, big city
They've gone to my baby's head
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/GykX ]
Well I tried to tell you woman
But you don't listen to what I said
Alright, pretty baby
You'll knock yourself out some day
Oh alright, pretty baby
You'll knock yourself out some day
Well I tried to tell you woman
But you don't listen to what I say