I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was 17 years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was 21 years of age Well, now rules are alright If there's

'Cause now I'm living on blues power. Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll. Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul. There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower, I knew all the time but now I'm gonna let you know: I'm gonna

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain And stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug

What can you show me That my heart don't know already And you're qualified to me Only losers go to school That my heart don't know where it is And you're qualified We make our own sins You're qualified to me We did it unknown

Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone You were young, but your eyes were younger still When you found me there And you rode down the street watch me work Building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July In a church on a hill

That tobacco town where I grew up The tailgate down on a jacked up truck A ring we earned 'cause we owned that state A tombstone with my daddy's name Has got my compass losing North And I need someone to remind me who I am Carolina can Now the six string

But I say 'fore we go to the land down below If I tell you I love you, I'm lying There are so many things I could say, my love Make you trip, so your lips would be mine There are so many things I could do, my love To convince you my love is divine There

Nigga, we gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright We gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright When you know, we been hurt, been down before, nigga When my pride was low, lookin' at the world like, "where do we go, nigga?" And we

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs