| Song | Blues In A Bottle |
| Artist | Delta Moon |
| Album | Black Cat Oil |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And lock ‘em up for good | |
| It’d be aged about right by now | |
| Have a pretty good bite and how | |
| We could pour it out and have a taste | |
| Be a shame to let it go to waste | |
| That’s the real thing | |
| Rolling round your tongue | |
| Take a sip, have a little nip | |
| We can cork it up when we’re done | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And lock ‘em up for good | |
| Telephone keeps ringing | |
| Radio keeps singing | |
| Some forgotten song from 1963 | |
| Stirring something deep inside of me | |
| I may never | |
| See your face again | |
| But I wonder if you feel this way too | |
| When you take one on the chin | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And lock ‘em up for good | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Wish I could somehow | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And cork the stopper down | |
| That’s the real thing | |
| Rolling round your tongue | |
| Take a sip, have a little nip | |
| We can cork it up when we’re done | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And cork ‘em up for good | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Wish I could somehow | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And cork the stopper down | |
| Cork the stopper down | |
| Cork the stopper down |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And lock ' em up for good | |
| It' d be aged about right by now | |
| Have a pretty good bite and how | |
| We could pour it out and have a taste | |
| Be a shame to let it go to waste | |
| That' s the real thing | |
| Rolling round your tongue | |
| Take a sip, have a little nip | |
| We can cork it up when we' re done | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And lock ' em up for good | |
| Telephone keeps ringing | |
| Radio keeps singing | |
| Some forgotten song from 1963 | |
| Stirring something deep inside of me | |
| I may never | |
| See your face again | |
| But I wonder if you feel this way too | |
| When you take one on the chin | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And lock ' em up for good | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Wish I could somehow | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And cork the stopper down | |
| That' s the real thing | |
| Rolling round your tongue | |
| Take a sip, have a little nip | |
| We can cork it up when we' re done | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Lord, I wish I could | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And cork ' em up for good | |
| Blues in a bottle | |
| Wish I could somehow | |
| Put these blues in a bottle | |
| And cork the stopper down | |
| Cork the stopper down | |
| Cork the stopper down |