Gary Moore King Of The Blues
(Gary Moore) He was born in Mississippi Nineteen twenty-four He was born in Mississippi Nineteen twenty-four Left his home with no money He had to pay his dues But he knew the time was comin' When he'd be king of the blues King of the blues Lost his heart to a woman Lucy was her name Lost his heart to a woman Lucy was her name, yes, it was When he hears her sing so sweetly He knows he just can't lose When he holds her in his arms he knows that He's the king of the blues He's a hunter with a crosscut saw Born under a bad sign Caught his baby messin' down the Laundromat He almost lost his mind Yeah! He was born in Mississippi In nineteen twenty-four He was born in Indianola, Mississippi Nineteen twenty-four, yes, he was He doesn't need no jester to keep him amused He's got Lucy by his side He's making headline news Doesn't need no palace Like Freddie down in Dallas You can call him what you like I call him king of the blues That's right, mister Albert King of the blues Yeah! King of the blues Let me hear you
