Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy ? won?t you
Got into a cab in New York City Was an Oriental man behind the wheel Started talking about heaven Like it was real Said, They got mansions in heaven
There?s a stranger in a car Driving down your street Acts like he knows who you are Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says ?Are you gonna get
Everybody talks about some fateful day And I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it?s gonna take a little time
Baby I?ve been searching like everybody else Can?t say nothing different about myself Sometimes I?m an angel And sometimes I?m cruel And when it comes
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door And if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more I
Let?s go down to the sound tonight Tide is low and we can walk on water Reel me in under that starry light Just like the fisherman?s daughter Baby
Baby King Baby King You got to get ready for a baby king You might dance daddy You might sing But you never seen nothin? like a baby king It was
I used to wake up every morning saying I must be getting away with something here Every day was like parole before the levies overflowed; I refuse to
Don't talk to her when shooting stars are falling Don't talk to her when she can smell the jasmine in the air Don't talk to her when no one knows you
I can see the sunshine Coming through my room Breaking down the winter of my discontent Looking out my window At the people passing by I keep wondering
Baby baby, the time is at hand I tell you one thing that you'll understand Been a long time looking for something strong Oh baby it ain't gonna be that
My friends will ask me how I?m doin? But I just can?t lie to ?em Not feeling fine today I saw my dreams they were a Ship on the ocean now it Looks
I was driving down Ninth Avenue As the sky was getting dark Didn?t have nothin? else to do So I kept on riding to Battery Park I stepped out in the damp
I can see you with the top down In that car you keep under the eaves I can see the ocean wind blow Through your hair And all along your sleeves I see
I?m coming to see you Tomorrow sometime Gonna bring you some roses Gonna tear off the vines Gonna talk to the wind That blows through the trees Kiss
Deep in the night she quietly creep Sometime she moan, sometime she weep When the wind starts a howling out of control She?s trouble in mind, she?s nothing
Tonight I cried the tears of a child Who knows what fear runs deep and wild Inside But the river?s in flood tonight I lay down and the light streamed