Way down here, in the heart of Texas There's a own kinda blues going on Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King Robert J's licks are heard on every song They play 'em wild as a herd of horses Rumbling through the open plain If I throw you down a back road Dumped you in a honky tonk You'd never wanna go home again 'Coz the broke down sound Of an old Telecaster's about the Sweetest sound I know Blues across America Gotta have it on the radio Blues across America I gotta have it everywhere I go Well, come on up in the Memphis Where we like to say the blues' home You see, Elvis picked up Where the real kings left off And we're still carrying on Take a walk down Beale Street Every place you pass by, they call you in A beggar playing up the street B.B.'s down a block or two You'll find me somewhere else in between The broke down sound Of a harp through the microphone The sweetest sound I know Blues across America Gotta have it on the radio Blues across America Gotta have it everywhere I go Now go on and show 'em what I'm talking about Blues across America Gotta have it on the radio Blues across America Gotta have it everywhere I go Oh, when I hear the howling Like to add a little rhythm to our blues And I'm looking at [Incomprehensible] notes He's shaking people in they shoes Memphis [Incomprehensible] around midnight Shimmy while our lovers lay Go until the break of down Check around, nobody's gone Sing it [Incomprehensible] The broke down sound Of a [Incomprehensible] About the sweetest sound I know Blues across America Gotta have it on the radio Blues across America Gotta have it everywhere I go Blues across America I gotta have it on the radio Blues across America I gotta have it everywhere I go Here we go now, here we go © MUSIC OF COMBUSTION; TESUQUE TUNES; SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com