27 julho 2015






um velho azul de elmore james, recordando aquela sua slide-guitar e o inconfundível bottle-neck



Well I'm standin' at the crossroads,

With my head hung down and cryin'

Well I was lookin' for my baby,

And I know she’s not around


I work hard for my baby,

And she treats me like a slave

Well she was be tired of livin',

I'll put her six feet in the grave


Well I'm standin' at the crossroads,

And my baby's not around

Well I began to wonder,

If this is Elmore's second down



I'm standin' here waitin' baby,

With my heart right in my hand

I'm lookin' for my baby,

And she's out with another man





2 comentários:

  1. Soube-me muito bem ouvir este azul.
    [Foi o que me valeu para desanuviar do ATE, que é coisa que não interessa nada saber, de tão chata que é.]

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