Lyrics:
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
wrote this one on Sunday with no sun rays
Under a grey and blue sky thinking one thing
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I rhyme while it shines
Crafty moves creates an opportune
From midnight blues to sapphire blue
Sapphire Blue, what would I be without you
Other stones they don't appeal to me
Graceland's door
Ride the Eagle get on board
Cross the Arkansas border by midnight
Next stop Graceland's door
It's the last train to Memphis
Ride
guides the hand that comes to play?
Like BB King and Stevie Ray
Who takes the pain we didn't choose?
Turns it into Chicago Blues
An angel walks
Swing be the freakin' of the time
The spinning by the King's good for speaking of the mind
The 47 sessions gave the buzzes that I caught
They asked me
Voodoo moved your soul, Cruisin' was made for L-U-V-ing
Badu food for thought, eat out of Apple-treeing
The sky forever golden, R.I.P B.B. King
Prince
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
the world didn't end
The skies are so blue
But it's no thanks to you
Once upon a midnight dream
These hands held most everything
Stolen by the king
Malone
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south
She was swinging from her handbag on the King's Road
Fresh from boarding school and double barreled shame
Now there are worms in her skin
She's
alone
One part Freddie
Albert too
Big shot of BB
He king of the blues
Cuz He's baaaaaaad
You best get outta his way
He quit school cuz of recess
Honey
nose from the tears I drew
I was like king of the blues, I was on my BB King
Like a bird flying high because I forgot just how to sing
I was hiding in
You know I remember a few years ago, some funny things used to happen
to me, about 1956-57. At that time, there was no blues scene or, uh, not
really
So I don't even wanna see the news no more
No idea what I'm even watching for
If I wanna hear the blues I'll listen to BB King
I'd rather hear
(Okay)
Life seem like Stephen King pardon my blues, BB King (The Blues)
This no deleted scenes I can tell by the fleeting beings (Whoa)
Fortunate King
Go Royals rest in peace BB King kC Kings
Check it out now
Here I come with the hype flow
Hear the drums and I might go bang!
I accelerate in
an eight-by-twelve four bed room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third box-car on the midnight tube
Destination Hangar Lane
Old worn out suit
We were ridin' out
With our heads in the sky
We were ten and twelve and thirteen
We got BB guns and dirt bikes
And heads full of crowded dreams
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The slime be so trill
Bb king I had a dream
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