quando vejo este clip ocorre-me que se stevie ray não tivesse voado naquele dia poderia ter gravado azuis com os outros dois "reis": b.b. e freddie - e só de os imaginar consigo ouvi-los. a sério.

Well you've heard about love givin' sight to the blind

My baby's lovin' cause the sun to shine

She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy

She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy

Yeah I love my baby, my heart and soul

Love like ours won't never grow old

She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy

She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy

Yeah I love my baby, she's long and lean

You mess with her, you'll see a man gettin' mean

She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy

She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy

Well I love my baby like the finest wine

Stick with her until the end of time

She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy

She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy

Yeah I love my baby, my heart and soul

Love like ours will never grow old

She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy

She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy

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albert nelson king teve o nascimento perfeito: uma plantação de algodão no mississippi. juntamente com freddy king e b.b. king, é considerado um dos três reis da guitarra azul. era um homem grande (quase dois metros, mais de cem quilos) que começou por cantar gospel e ser baterista, até aprender a tocar uma guitarra feita por si a partir de uma caixa de charutos. talvez por isso, após a chegada dos instrumentos eléctricos, tenha desenvolvido uma técnica muito própria, nunca usando a sexta corda. este azul famoso tem uma cover emblemática do senhor clapton. vale a pena descobrir as sete diferenças entre as serras de corte de

a) albert

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b) eric

I'm a cross cut saw, just drag me 'cross your log

I'm a cross cut saw, just drag me across your log

I cut your wood so easy for you, you can't help but say 'Hot dog!'

I've got a double-bladed axe, that really cuts good

I'm a cross cut saw, just bury me in the wood

I'm a cross cut saw, just drag me 'cross your log

I cut your wood so easy for you, you can't help but say 'Hot dog!'

Some call me wood-choppin' Sam

Some call me wood-cuttin' Ben

Last girl I cut the wood for, want me back again

I'm a cross cut saw, just drag me 'cross your log

I cut your wood so easy for you, you can't help but say 'Hot dog!'