Lyrics:
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
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
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
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Big Bill Broonzy - guitar, Blind John Davis - piano
William Mitchell - bass
Album: 'The Blues' Sonny Boy
the greatest of all these guitar players was a blues man from
Chicago called Big Bill Broonzy. We played all of these records,
constantly, on that radiogram.
Bill Broonzy, John Lee Hooker, Half-spoken blues y armónica de Sonny Boy Williamson II.
I've got the victory con Yolanda Adam's,
Escucho el Flamenco en
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
(bang)
Crippin' like I should've been on Gangland
Purple bandana wrapped around my face, yeah
Big cake (guala) , big cake (guala)
Big cake (guala) , big
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me what you wanna do
Counting money my bills blue
Counting money
blue bills
Fuck it let me get a bottle
She on my body
For some new heels (On my body for some new heels)
She said she want it by tomorrow (By tomorrow)
unknown
I loved you from horizon to horizon
In lowlands underneath a big blue sky
And if it rained, if it was grey, we let it wash the hours away
For you, I
'bout you and yours 'cause I'ma die for mine
Blue hunnids in the pink Birkin (Birkin)
Swipin' with no limit like I'm big pursin' (yeah)
They say I be
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
believe you wan' be wit' me?
Why you all in my grill?
Why (say what?) You all in?
Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my bills-ills? (Uh-huh)
Let me
believe you wan' be wit' me?
Why you all in my grill?
Why (say what?) You all in?
Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my bills-ills? (Uh-huh)
Let me
the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Out the blue, out the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Out the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Its's one big
three times it's so lovely
I want blue face and brown bills when I count threw my hundreds
I just want all of the riches
By me a house with some bitches
No ones, no fives, no ten
Big Bills
No ones, no fives, no tens
Big Bills
Always seen blue and red
But it’s something bout the green
Nigga feel the same
licorice lip balm.
FATHER BILL:
Your lips look severely burnt.
UNCLE WALTER:
Dino Sore’s big baby blues pierced him through and through, causing him
Look who pops outta the blue,
That Boy’s the truth/
Watch me hop into this coop,
That Nipsey Blue/
All these 20 Bills same color as,
A Mountain Dew/
of the afternoon, the day moon.
And the endless pale blue sky is flecked with wisps of white,
A boulevard lined with big box stores,
Zooming by it all,
Happy out
chop off your braids and cut
You all and exhibit knowledge
Big up to my high schools
And all the college heads
From lowlands to the beaches and hills
For
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
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