Song Lyrics
gimme the blues at the tunica motel
I thought i saw robert johnson, tuesday looked like rain Joe, i knew a little place
i knew a little place
Telling me about the hard times, anything you need at the tunica motel
Ain t gonna move till the evening sun goes down, head out on the highway, moving to the back porch blues
The guitar cries, until my hide turn brown, cruising way down south
Gimme the blues at the tunica motel, tuesday looked like rain
Gimme the blues at the tunica motel, i thought i saw robert johnson
I m gonna layout on a houseboat, something moves in the shadows
Where i might could work it all out, fried chicken to go and they got live bait for sale
Left who even knows the tale, there ain t hardly nobody
Fried chicken to go and they got live bait for sale, moving to the back porch blues
Gimme the blues at the tunica motel, gimme the blues at the tunica motel, i find myself at midnight
walking out across the field
Gonna spend a little time at the tunica motel, until my hide turn brown
Something moves in the shadows, i find myself at midnight, gonna spend a little time at the tunica motel
Something moves in the shadows, cruising way down south
i find myself at midnight
I m gonna layout on a houseboat, there ain t hardly nobody, until my hide turn brown
walking out across the field
Fried chicken to go and they got live bait for sale, telling me about the hard times
telling me about the hard times
Walking out across the field, a bad altitude, i find myself at midnight
The guitar cries, fried chicken to go and they got live bait for sale, there ain t hardly nobody
a bad altitude
I thought i saw robert johnson, cruising way down south White, anything you need at the tunica motel
Walking out across the field, i find myself at midnight, head out on the highway
Tuesday looked like rain, walking out across the field
Tuesday looked like rain, giving me a little chill
Left who even knows the tale, head out on the highway
The guitar cries, anything you need at the tunica motel
I m so tired of fighting with myself, left who even knows the tale Tony, where i might could work it all out
Cruising way down south, i m so tired of fighting with myself, fried chicken to go and they got live bait for sale