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Southside Story (John Mayall 2002)
The Band was jumpin'- hot as hell
Everybody felt allright
Little Walter took the stand
And a blue note cut the night
In the hot red smokie light
As the music to control
Wouldn't ya know it? Some pretty woman
Felt the music touch her soul
She cried
Please won't you play
your blues harmonica
Please won't you play
Blow my blues away
He sang it's hard – to be allone
Sleeping by youself
The one you love – far away
Lovin' someone else
There's a train – comin'on
Everybody's got to go
A little rain – in every heart
And a wolf at every door
Please won't you play
that blue harmonica
Little Walter blowing hot
Like a southern wind
People dancin'- sweet romancin'
As night came to an end
He packed it up – hit the streets
As they cut the neonlight
Headed down to the darkness
Of the cold Chicago night
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There's a new generation
Who would ever have guessed
All around the world
And I must confess
When I was just a young lad I wished I could be playing the Blues
Now it's the twenty fist century
We've come a long way
Give a kid some Blues heros
They're learning to play
To make a contribution look at all kids with the Blues
When you hear that lick
You better catch on quick
Ain't that a kick
We've got the kids turning on to the Blues
It's the same in every concert
Check out the front row
Parents with their children
Watching them grow
All around the world
It won't be long before they're playing the Blues
When you hear that lick
You better catch on quick
Now ain't that a kick
We've got the kids turning on to the Blues
It's a heavy stimulation
Don't need a new drug
The kid's on a mission
Catching that bug
All around the world I hear the sound of kids playing the Blues
When you hear that lick
You better catch on quick
Now ain't that a kick
We've got the kids turning on to the Blues
Now isn't that a kick
We've got the kids turning on to the Blues
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its 4 o'clock in the morning
suddenly im wide awake
lying here in the darkness
with images i just cant shake
got those demons in the night
I cant wait for the dawn to break
its the lonleyest time
theres a knife cutting through my brain
my mind is in a tangle
for the fear's rising up again
I got those demons in the night
its so hard to stand up straight.
I lie tossing and turning
waiting for the light to come
then i can face my worries
and have the power to get things done
I hate those demons in the night
get back where they all came from
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