ROBERT JOHNSON BLUES
AND CHAIN GANGS ON THE COUNTY FARM
CRICKETS IN THE HOT NIGHTS
SOUND OF VOICES SPLIT THE CALM
I PICTURED IN MY MIND
SOUTHERN NIGHTS OF LONG AGO
IN MY DREAMS THE BLUES KEPT RUNNING ME
MILES AWAY...THE BLUES WERE FEEDING ME
EARLY DAYS...I LOOK BACK THEN AND SEE
I THINK OF ALBERT AMMONS
OTIS SPANN AND BIG MACEO
LITTLE WALTER WAS A MANIAC
AND SO WAS SONNY BOY YOU KNOW
MAGIC SAM AND J.B.
AND MANY MORE TOO SOON TO GO
IN MY DREAMS THE BLUES KEEPS RUNNING THROUGH
I NEED TO PLAY MY OLD SLIDE GUITAR BlUES
BLOW THE DUST OFF AND GET DOWN IN MY GROOVE
COUNTRY LIFE IS DYING
MODERN TIMES ARE HERE TO STAY
BUT STILL THE OLDTIME BLUES
NEVER WILL BE SWEPT AWAY
WE'LL KEEP IT ALL ALIVE
PLAY IT EVERY NIGHT AND DAY
IN MY DREAMS THE BLUES IS CALLING PLAIN
OLD TIME BLUES RUNNING THROUGH MY BRAIN
OLD TIME BLUES I HEAR THEM ONCE AGAIN