Lyrics:
These Niggas off one perc
Two perc
Pressed perc
Blue perc
Buddy acting Tee'd up
Put him onna T shirt
My family call me Vaughn
But she a hoe
So I
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
I had a thousand roxy's at the Marriot
I told em meet me at the Citgo
Right there by the Save-a-lot
Now boy you know
I aint meeting nobody at that
before when I would see the world through mortal eyes
I won't lie, I still cry
Blue on the regular: Mordecai
Don't deny, no surprise
This game is harsh
Aw milk cow blues yeah
Aw Larry!
Ah Tim, c'mon tell 'em now!
I woke up this mornin'
Looked out my door
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by
kid
Getting wasted by my lonesome till
I feel the hope come
Until i feel the hope come
Responsibility is knocking don’t run
Speeding with my seatbelt
This riff was first recorded by Bo Diddley, and then Muddy Waters, and then Buddy Guy
Everyone's done it
At one point George Thorogood did it
And it
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
on the shelf
I guess Iâ??ll have to play by myself.
'Cause nobody knows, nobody cares if Iâ??m blue.
Nobody knows, nobody cares if Iâ??m lonesome.
Nobody
home coming home other way 'nother
Home coming home planes on godspeed coast
2Coast east, west that hollywood time machine
New begging start of day
crying:
"Where's my darling, when's she coming home?"
Well I ask myself a million times
What's right for me to do
Try to lose these blues alone
Or hang
grave
I got this young reputation
And everybody know my name
Buddy Guy, that is
You know I was born to play this here guitar
I got the blues
Waltzed into the door, at Duffy's Gun Store
Breezed up the floor, with my buddy Brenton
For us fun was checking out guns
The agenda today, one by
represent me
Try harder, buddy
For you, I'm out
And whatever, I guess I gotta keep it true to me
If you want them to keep it real with you, let's go home
a pick-up truck
In a place across the sea"
I said, "Sure, why not, I've got no family
You seem like a nice guy"
So we went off to America
The home
pacin' alone
There'’s nobody home and she'’s runnin' away
Bury me in a lonesome valley
Where I can feel the sun goin' up and down
And I can feel
Lonesome Road Blues
I walked on down that lonesome line
Hung my head and I cried
I wept and I cried under a willow tree
Out by the deep blue
home
And things don't look the way they're supposed to
Baby, this ain't the Nashville I know
Some dude gave a high-five to his buddy's new
Aw milk cow blues yeah
Aw Larry!
Ah Tim, c'mon tell 'em now!
I woke up this mornin'
Looked out my door
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
by, and they turned into weeks
As the two became a pair of lovable geeks
And now our buddy's getting lucky as she's playing for keeps
And giving kisses
I took a tour to Texas
And from Waco I called you
But day by day, no answer
And I'm Big Bluebonnet blue
I'm singing and they're dancing
But
to the sewers, that leads to the bay
You'll escape your pursuers and be home by today (Freedom)
But there's one problem: it's a locked door, buddy (It's locked)
I
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