Southside Story - John Mayall, The Bluesbreakers

The Band was jumpin'- hot as hell

Everybody felt allright

Little Walter took the stand

And a blue note cut the night

In the hot red smokie light

As the music to control

Wouldn’t ya know it?

Some pretty woman

Felt the music touch her soul

She cried

Please won’t you play

Your blues harmonica

Please won’t you play

Blow my blues away

He sang it’s hard — to be allone

Sleeping by youself

The one you love — far away

Lovin' someone else

There’s a train — comin’on

Everybody’s got to go

A little rain — in every heart

And a wolf at every door

Please won’t you play

That blue harmonica

Little Walter blowing hot

Like a southern wind

People dancin'- sweet romancin'

As night came to an end

He packed it up — hit the streets

As they cut the neonlight

Headed down to the darkness

Of the cold Chicago night