literalmente falando, o maior cantor de azuis foi mesmo chester arthur burnett (o lobo uivante), do alto dos seus dois metros e mais de cem quilos. e parece, ao contrário do que afirma neste azul, que era bastante supersticioso.



Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail.
Don't sweep me with no broom, I might get put in jail.
When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure.
But, when my left eye jumps, somebody's got to go.
Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail.
Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail.
Well, the dogs are howlin, all over the neighborhood.
That is true sign of death, baby, that ain't no good.
Well, I'm not superstitious, blow that black cat across my trail.
Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail.
That's bad luck for me.

este é um dos azuis mais famosos de todos os tempos, gravado por chester arthur burnett (o lobo uivante) em 1961 e aparentemente escrito pelo grande willie dixon. 
há dúvidas quanto à sua verdadeira autoria, mas é hoje um standard que quase toda a gente tentou interpretar, de sam cooke aos doors, passando pelos stones, tom petty e os grateful dead (que me lembre)...



I have a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for day
Keep everything in the barnyard, upset in every way
Oh the dogs begin to bark, and the hound begin to howl
Ooh watch out strange kind people, cause little red rooster is on the prowl
If you see my little red rooster, please drag him home
There ain't no peace in the barnyard, since the little red rooster been gone

escrito por willie dixon, foi gravado por chester arthur burnett em 1960.
chester tinha dois metros de altura, pesava cento e muitos quilos e dele se dizia que parecia um grande lobo a uivar (uma alcunha que vingou). há uma cover célebre por parte dos cream de eric clapton, que muito contribuiu para que este azul seja hoje um standard incontornável.




It could be a spoonful of diamonds
It could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul.

Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Everybody fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

It could be a spoonful of coffee
It could be a spoonful of tea
But one little spoon of your precious love
Is good enough for me

Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Everybody fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful

It could be a spoonful of water
To save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of lead from my forty-five
Will save you from another man

Men lie about that spoonful
Some cry about that spoonful
Some die about that spoonful
Everybody fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful