BB Sings the Blues Video (MV)

When BB Sings The Blues

When BB sings the blues, the mountains shake
When BB plays guitar, you feel the earth quake
When BB sings the blues
When BB sings the blues
Born in Mississippi to a Gospel crowd
He would stand on the corner, play the blues out loud

He worked as a boy, held the reins of a mule
A cotton picker working the fields
At the age of nine he would sing the holler
An old slave chant that would earn him a dollar
He made his first guitar out of cotton bale wire
Used an old broom, dreams of going far
Mr Flake Cartledge, big boss man
Lent him fifteen dollars, he bought his first guitar

When BB sings the blues, the mountains shake
When BB plays guitar, you feel the earth quake
When BB sings the blues
When BB sings the blues
Born in Mississippi to a Gospel crowd
He would stand on the corner, play the blues out loud

Saturday nights, he'd leave the fields for town
Go listen to Basie, Parker, when they were around
Young Riley King played for the ladies they say
Swivel of the wrist, the butterfly sound

Fire started at a juke joint gig
Kerosene container, crowd all fled
BB ran in, guitar's in there
Lucille was born, he could have been dead
Three hundred shows every year
Healing people with the blues everywhere
On the road, on a bus, in a boat, in the air
When BB plays the blues you should be there

When BB sings the blues, the mountains shake
When BB plays guitar, you feel the earth quake
When BB sings the blues
When BB plays the blues
Born in Mississippi to a Gospel crowd
When BB plays the blues you should stick around