Blues Across America - Tom Faulkner, Dr. John

Way down here, in the heart of Texas

There’s a own kinda blues going on

Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King

Robert J’s licks are heard on every song

They play 'em wild as a herd of horses

Rumbling through the open plain

If I throw you down a back road

Dumped you in a honky tonk

You’d never wanna go home again

'Coz the broke down sound

Of an old Telecaster’s about the

Sweetest sound I know

Blues across America

Gotta have it on the radio

Blues across America

I gotta have it everywhere I go

Well, come on up in the Memphis

Where we like to say the blues' home

You see, Elvis picked up

Where the real kings left off

And we’re still carrying on

Take a walk down Beale Street

Every place you pass by, they call you in

A beggar playing up the street

B.B.'s down a block or two

You’ll find me somewhere else in between

The broke down sound

Of a harp through the microphone

The sweetest sound I know

Blues across America

Gotta have it on the radio

Blues across America

Gotta have it everywhere I go

Now go on and show 'em what I’m talking about

Blues across America

Gotta have it on the radio

Blues across America

Gotta have it everywhere I go

Oh, when I hear the howling

Like to add a little rhythm to our blues

And I’m looking at notes

He’s shaking people in they shoes

Memphis around midnight

Shimmy while our lovers lay

Go until the break of down

Check around, nobody’s gone

Sing it

The broke down sound

Of a

About the sweetest sound I know

Blues across America

Gotta have it on the radio

Blues across America

Gotta have it everywhere I go

Blues across America

I gotta have it on the radio

Blues across America

I gotta have it everywhere I go

Here we go now, here we go