Jack Dupree (Jack Dupree) Jack Dupree - vocal & piano Pete Brown - alto sax, Ennis Lowry - guitar Wendell Marshall - bass, Willie Jones - drums. Album: 'Blues
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'll get there Stay in the road I don't blame the people For 'em sayin, 'Walkin the blues' Walkin' the blues? 'Cause this is it, boy Now, I think I'm '
for the doctor See what the doctor could do for me Yes, I sent for the doctor See what he could do for me Do for me He said, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' Lord
Just take a look at Harlem after sundown Any time you choose It's hard to find the people feeling run down There's no time for blues If you don't know
's assassin as we die slow Perishin', brain dead from a Erickson Words are the medicine, two teaspoons for goons A cup of it for those thuggin' it, y'
read all about it in my letter Oh, Camille ... VERSE Howlin' wolves out chasin' deer make Dark, ugly pictures for my soul to see Pale pianos leave me
a smile like a beat-up piano Gives a nudge and a wink as you sign in I got a room you can have a good time in What you want you can get for a price Room
night I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today I had the blues this morning Had the blues all day today Well, I wish a tornado Come and blow my blues
would I run to where would I stay All of the hopes All the visions and dreams Have just disappeared with the children's screams And all of the blue skies
Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy, won't you
Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity And a whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister blue lilt into
, I got one!) Various voices urge him to share Bob: A furry blue monster named Herry Herry: (Hey, that's me!) Bob: When asked "Are you strong?" replied "Very!" Then just for
"It was fun writing a song for piano, but writing it on a guitar. Since I can't play piano, it was a thrill to hear Irwin bang it out for the first
blue The colour of my room and my mood Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth The sort of blue between clouds when the sun comes out The sort of blue
hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my