By NP Tiedemann
Lyrics NP Tiedemann, Dave Schaefer
Itta Bena, Mississippi
1925
Helpin’ momma’ pick cotton
Just to stay alive
Had to get out
Had a fortune to find
Beale Street was callin’ him
(To) join the who’s who
Well there ain’t no one
Gonna fill his shoes
‘cause he’s King
King of the Blues
Well he’s King
King of the Blues
A man who simply wants
To make his guitar sing
Maybe raise the roof a little while
While he “do his thing”
Ain’t no air about him
What you get is what you see
Singing me a story
Like he wrote it just for me
Roars like a loin
Testifyin’ to the truth
Well, he’s King
King of the Blues
Well, he’s King
King of the Blues
Fever risin’
To 102°
He said he’d be there
and his word is true
Show’s gotta go on
No matter where, no matter who
Only an honest man can stand before you
And play the blues
Instrumental section
Standing before you
Guitar around his neck
Standing ovation
Ain’t even played one note yet
Tears rush out his eyes down to his fresh pressed tux
He Gives you his all, he always pours out his soul
Humility touch you down to the bone
Feel his frustrations and all that he’s known
Well he’s King
King of the Blues
Well he’s King
King of the Blues
Two men knife fightin’
Knock over a tub of kerosene
Whole dance hall is burnin’
Over a young sweet thing
Oh why’d you run back in there, B
Take your life in your hands
Gotta think about your future
This ain’t no one night stand
Lucille’s a reminder
Never do such a foolish thing again
Well he’s King
King of the Blues
Well he’s King
He’s BB King
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