B.B KING (R.I.P.)

The sound that you're listenin' to

Is from my guitar that's named Lucille

I'm very crazy about Lucille

Lucille took me from the plantation

Or you might say brought me fame...

The thrill is gone

The thrill is gone away

The thrill is gone, baby

The thrill is gone away

You know you done me wrong, baby

And you'll be sorry 

someday...

 I've got a sweet little angel

I love the way she spread the wings

Yes got a sweet little angel

I love the way she spread the wings...

She's a ghetto woman waitin' for her man to come home

Oh, poor ghetto woman, waitin' for her man to come home

She's just a ghetto woman waitin' for her man

To come home, to come home...

CLASSIC BB KING

Woke up this morning

After another one of those crazy dreams

Oh, nothing is going right this morning

The whole world is wrong it seems

Oh, I guess it's the chains that bind me

I can't shake it loose, these chains and things...

 Everybody wants to know

Why I sing the blues

Yes, I say everybody wanna know

Why I sing the blues

Well, I've been around a long time

I really have paid my dues...

Now here it is three o' clock in the mornin'

And I can't even close my eyes

It's three o' clock in the mornin', baby

I can't even close my eyes

Well, you know I can't find my baby

[Incomprehensible] I can't be satisfied...