Chris Thomas King Canned Heat Blues
Crying Canned, Canned Heat mama
Crying sure lord killing me
Crying Canned Heat mama sure lord killing me
Can’t someone run to?
Take these Canned Heat blues
Crying moma, mama, mama
You know Canned Heat killing me
Crying moma, moma, moma crying Canned Heat is killing
me
Canned Heat (don’t you) mind (if I) live or (die)
I woke up, up this morning
With canned heat on my mind
Woke up this morning Canned Heat was on my mind
Woke up (this morning)
With (Canned Heat on), on my (mind)
Crying lord, lord I wonder
Canned Heat lord killing me
Take canned to soothe me
Worrying bout my soul
I should stop this morning
To do this won’t be no easy road
I woke up, up this morning
Crying Canned Heat round my bed
Run here somebody take these Canned Heat blues
Run here (somebody) and (take these) Canned Heat
(blues)
Crying moma, moma, moma
Crying Canned Heat killing me
Believe to my soul lord they gon kill me dead
