one Christmas morning
when I was three
we got down the stairs
and had nothing to eat
we didn't have an apple
we didn't have a cake
we didn't have an orange
make no mistake
we didn't have a bell
that we could ring
we didn't have
nothing !
they call this the blues
but it aint the same
it's not like I used to
it's hard to explain
I play up to date
I don't play for free
it's not what I's born with
when we had no money
it aint funny
but it's still the blues
it just aint the
news
I wanted out
of Miss-ippi so bad
out in the worst way
that you ever had
I don't wanna go back
whatever for?
I'm just glad I made it
out the door
I rambled around
I rambled alone
just like a rolling rolling rolling
stone
Saturday night
was our big night
one hell of time
we did it right
you'd find me playing
until the sunrise
for fifty cents
and two bottles of rye
and I was glad
to get it too
they really liked
them lowdown blues
that Miss-ippi sound
that Delta sound
you can still hear
them laying it down
Mr. Son House
poor Robert J
Skippy and Freddie
listen them play
in them old records
you can hear it too
you can hear it
all the way through
I's always singing
the way that I felt
maybe I didn't know it
that's the way it was dealt
took my thing to Chicago
got electric guitar
I always felt
I could be a star
but now that I'm gone
you have to go on
but remember old Muddy
when you sing this song
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