já aqui falei de henry saint clair fredericks, que adoptou o nome de taj mahal e que é para mim um dos maiores cultores de azuis de todos os tempos. porque quando ouço este longo e pausado azul, assim que se começa a notar aquele bandolim penso sempre: devia haver alguém que inventasse uma coisa assim, só que cantada em português - e com a nossa guitarra. mas depois há uma voz que me diz: olha que já se inventou, chama-se fado.

I woke up this morning I looked around for my shoes

You know I had those mean old walkin' blues


Yeah, I woke up this morning I looked around for my shoes

Girl, I had those mean old walkin' blues

Some people tell me that worried blues ain't bad


It's the worst old feeling I ever had


People tell me that worried blues ain't bad


It's the worst old feeling, uh child, I ever had

Looks you ran to the ocean and the ocean runs to the sea


If I don't find my baby, don't bury me


Went to the ocean and the ocean went to the sea


Yeah, if I don't find my baby, oh yeah, don't bury me

Minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days


Since my baby started her low down ways


Minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days


Since my baby, uh, started her low down ways

I woke up this morning, people, I looked around for my shoes


You know I had those mean old walkin' blues


Yeah, I woke up this morning I looked around for my shoes


Yeah, you know I had those, uh, mean old walkin' blues