They surely don't come when called
I'm not rushing for nothing

Bid my loving heart
To still and take a stand

After all this time
Just let the night be quiet

The mood of blue
Whispers to the willing mind

A main stream audience
Of blues-seeking lovers

Learned to play the guitar
On the Georgia street corners
"Gotta Let You Go"
Was one of my first numbers

Emotionally charged solo
Matched to rough-cut rural vocals

Sax sections on occasion
Coupled to the big band sessions

A natural beat in perfect tune
Crying out such so sad words

The mournful cry touching their souls
Will make such sad and steady tears

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