já aqui falei de sonny boy williamson. hoje é dele este azul (sempre com aquela temática do adultério… mas desta vez também com um jovem buddy guy na guitarra, em início de carreira)

Ain't but one way out,
 baby, I ain't goin' out that door


Ain't but one way out,
 woman, I ain't goin' out that door


There's a man down there, 
might be your man, I won't know

Lord you got me trapped woman,
 up on the second floor;


If I get by this time,
 I won't be trapped no more.


So you raise our window baby, 
I can ease out soft and slow


And your neighbors won't be talking stuff they don't know.

Lord, I'm foolish to be here in the first place,


I know some man gonna walk in and take my place.


Ain't no way in the world, 
I'm going out that front door


Cause there's a man down there,
 might be your man I don't know.


gosto muito deste azul, que é diferente (por causa das variações em tom menor), 
um dos favoritos de alex miller (a.k.a. sonny boy II), o rei da harmónica




You got to help me, I can't do it all by myself
You got to help me, baby, I can't do it all by myself
You know if you don't help me darling
Ill have to find myself somebody else
I may have to wash, I may have to sew. 
I may have to cook, I might mop the floor
But you help me babe. 
You know if you don't help me darling
Ill find myself somebody else


When I walk, walk with me
When I talk, you talk to me
Oh baby... I can't do it all by myself
You know if you don't help me darling
Ill have to find myself somebody else
Help me, help me darlin


Bring my nightshirt, Put on your morning gown
Bring my nightshirt, Put on your morning gown
Darlin I know we stripped bare
But I don't feel like lying down

nunca alex miller teria sonhado que, por tocar bem harmónica, um dia lhe dariam o nome de sonny boy williamson ii 
(em homenagem ao primeiro "sonny boy", john lee curtis williamson, um lendário cantor de azuis e exímio executante, que morreu assassinado). 
a verdade é que suplantou a fama do primeiro, não só como músico mas sobretudo como compositor, sendo hoje considerado uma influência fundamental em toda a geração que se lhe seguiu.
dos seus azuis sombrios, este é o meu preferido:


Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial

When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night
We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alright
I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive
You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial

The good Lord made the world and everything was in it
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment
She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead
You think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
Yeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial