Just past Friar’s Point, over where the crossroads lay
Yes, just past Friar’s Point, over where the crossroads lay
Oh, I was walking by the cornfields
And I swear I heard Robert Johnson play

Oh, down in New Orleans, preaching in the lions den
Oh, down in New Orleans, preaching in the lions den
You can hear Irma Thomas
Take it right back to church again

We got the blues darling
Surely ain’t got a thing to lose
Oh, we got the blues
Surely don’t have a thing to lose
Oh, darling, it’s the blues that really make you move

Oh, do they hang on Beale Street
Music blasting out of every door
Oh, do they hang on Beale Street
Music pouring out of every door
Rocking the house of B.B.’s
Your feet, they never touch the floor

Oh, south side of Chicago
Over where Magic Sam used to play
Oh, south side of Chicago
Over at the Checkerboard Lounge
You can still here Muddy Waters
Laying all that song, “Slow Down”

Oh, we got the blues, darling
Surely don’t have a thing to lose
Oh, we got the blues, darling
Surely don’t have a thing to lose

Yeah, these are the people
Oh, who really make you move


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