I worked the rigs from three 'til midnight On the Corpus Christi Bay I'd get off and drink 'til daylight Sleep the morning away I had a plan to take
arrested down in old Hong Kong He got twenty years privilege taken away from him When he kicked old Buddha's gong And now he's poppin' the piano just
and cheeses Put his ambitions at bay Summers and winters scattered like splinters And four to five years slipped away He went to England, played the piano
cheeses Put his ambition at bay The summers and winters, scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away He went to England, played the piano
the ozone I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need
G's upon the table Rattle they brain with hurricane, have 'em seeing thangs feeling strange 2 boss players straight running thangs I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano
gonna make you feel lil hotter the peas and Sergio Mendes heating up sambaaaa bada, bada, bada, baaaaaa sergio play your piano sergio play your yo yo yo yo piano
upon the table Rattle they brain with hurricane Have 'em seeing thangs feeling strange 2 boss players straight running thangs B-Legit: I learn to knock 'em down and with the piano
million miles away Sailing like a driftwood On a windy bay Yes, I'm a million miles away I'm a million miles away Sailing like a driftwood On a windy bay
a million thrills But the lovely senoritas wind up with the bills Dancin' romancin' always on the go Sun shining down on Mexican Joe [ piano ] He makes the night spots all along the bay
care what the people may say I'll never never let you go I've been abused in my heart I've been abused yeah I've been abused in my heart [ piano - guitar
eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) (Big Bill Broonzy) Big Bill Broonzy - vocal John Lee Williamson - harmonica Chicago July 30, 1942 with Blind John Davis - piano
Crow's directing traffic With them cemetery blues With them peculiar looking trousers Them old Italian shoes And a wooden kimono was all ready To drop in San Francisco Bay
Put his ambition at bay The summers and winters scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away He went to England, played the piano and
directing traffic with them cemetery blues, With them peculiar-looking trousers, them old Italian shoes And a wooden kimono that was all ready to drop in San Francisco Bay
[Instrumental] I stepped outside of my little house and stood barefoot on a rock. The pacific ocean rolled towards me. Across the bay, a family of seals
