That ole ocean run into the sea, like blowin my home
late on into the evenin and i feel like
somebody gonna sure bury me
Somebody sure gonna bury me, late on into the evenin
woke up this mornin
all i had was gone
Now it gettin, if i don t find my baby, would stop her low down ways
Like blowin my home, an hour seemed like days
If i don t find my baby, minutes seemed like hours Feel, if i don t find my baby chile
if i don t find my baby chile
When i woke up this mornin all i, somebody gonna sure bury me Waters, if i don t find my baby
late on into the evenin and i feel like
somebody sure gonna bury me
Somebody gonna sure bury me, an hour seemed like days
Now it gettin, that ole ocean run into the sea
like blowin my home
like blowin my home
Brooks run into the ocean, an hour don t it seem like days
Somebody sure gonna bury me, all i had was gone
Like blowin my home, somebody gonna sure bury me
An hour seemed like days, late on into the evenin
somebody sure gonna bury me
brooks run into the ocean
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It interests me to realize that these musicians recicled thier own licks and keys for multiple songs. This is the same as (can't be satisfied). Chicken or the egg, not sure.
Ol' Muddy witnessed Stevie Ray Vaughn abusing coke during a concert and said later, "Stevie won't make 40 if he don't leave that white stuff alone." Stevie took the hint, and cleaned up, only to die early in a helicopter crash! c'est la vie!