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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
What's Gettin' Wrong With You Track #24 2:47
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(Big Bill Broonzy) 
Big Bill Broonzy - vocal
John Lee Williamson -
Life Time Blues Track 13 2:42
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson)
(Noah Lewis) 
With Big Bill Broonzy - guitar, Walter Davis - piano
Record:
John Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - gtr
Alfred Elkins - imitation bass
Recording: Chicago, July 30, 1942
Album: Vol. 4 Document Records DOCD5058
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
No Friend Blues Track #19 2:49
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Chicago, November 12, 1947
With Blind John Davis - piano, Big
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - gtr, Alfred Elkins imbass
Album: Vol. 4 Document Records DOCD5058
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



(harmonica intro)
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sb and Charles Saunders - drums
September 19, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
on the record.

I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
You namin' who? 
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew 
Big Boi, they the phat sacks 
She pretty D, all they same, boo 
But I'm backed by
crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
keep my chin held high, I can stop my hopes from sinkin'
That's the one thing gets a poor boy by: big thinkin'

Friday night when the city lights
Blue Cyclone, Oooh

Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
the reds and blues
'Cause I don't like it when you shy
Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up
I'm gonna be here by and by

Pass them pasteboards
riding home 
With friends in a big blue car 
For this man fed us rubbish 
As if it were caviar 
We told him; 'sir, please go away! 
We're innocent
to the hills, pimpin', loungin' by the pool
And I love the way it feel, of course, I keep it real
Garcon, come here yo, I'm kinda parched
I want a big Blue
Breakin' lamps and tippin' over tables
Rubbin' your big knees to the bone
I heard an ashtray fly when he said goodbye
I was adreamin' I was still at home
Landslide Alabama on my way to Savannah

[Chorus]

I said I woke up this morning headache this big!
Pay all these damn bills feed all these damn kids
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun..
crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
ain't bein' distracted by nothin'
Migits size to dekemba
I ain't back up from nothin'

Moms still stressin'
It ain't the kids its the bills stressin'
She