Tom Faulkner – Blues Across America lyrics

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 [Incomprehensible] notes
He's shaking people in they shoes

Memphis [Incomprehensible] around midnight
Shimmy while our lovers lay
Go until the break of down
Check around, nobody's gone
Sing it [Incomprehensible]

The broke down sound
Of a [Incomprehensible]
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