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great big shoes? (tell me)

BB 'n Albert, and Freddie their the King
They ruled the world by bending those guitar strings
Johnnie 'n Lightnin,
Boogie all night long

T-Bone and the Vaughan boys 
Do the Oak Cliff thang
While Bugs and Freddie 
Rock the palace of the King
Mike Morgan, Ronnie Earl,
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,
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,
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by
King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He
of the road keep travelin' on
Every mile a ragged woe
Kings on the road keep smiling on
Play the guitar and sing the blues and cry
Play the guitar and sing
King Creole
There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
(Cry-cry baby)

A king cry-baby with my queen by my side
And if you mess with us, man
You're gonna cry, baby, cry
Baby cry, baby cry, baby cry
Cry baby
now I'm all grown and my dream came true
Santana champagne, from here to you
From the heart of napa valley and the guitar king
Comes a sparkling wine,
Play guitar every night and start singing the blues 
He always told me that one day he'd be king of the world 
And the weak and the meek shall inherit
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
and 
the fires of death burn high. 
The time has come for the king to die. (Lead Guitar: Mike) 
A whole world is mourning the loss of their king. 
In sorrow
I love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't Sting

Or Roger Clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
'Cause all you sap suckers
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar 
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll