Song | Tell Riley |
Artist | Eric Bibb |
Album | Natural Light |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bibb | |
Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay – lay his body down | |
Tell Riley he’s welcome to stay – | |
Mark my words, he’s gonna be big someday | |
I’m leavin’ Memphis – Ol’ Booker’s got to go | |
Mister Melrose sent a telegram from Chicago | |
That’s the man makin’ records on me – | |
Wants to make some more – | |
Gonna sing my song ‘til my throat gets sore | |
So, Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay – lay his pallet down | |
Tell Riley he’s welcome to stay – | |
Mark my words, he’s gonna be big someday | |
Foldn’ money an’ a fancy dress for your when I get back | |
Sho’ beats workin’ on Parchman Farm – | |
That’s a natural fact – | |
Lester Melrose, he fixed my parole | |
I thank him with my heart an’ soul | |
I’m so glad to be a free man again | |
Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay – lay his pallet down | |
Tell Riley Uncle Booker said he could stay – | |
An’ mark my words – mark my words – mark my words | |
He’ll B.B. King someday |
zuo qu : Bibb | |
Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay lay his body down | |
Tell Riley he' s welcome to stay | |
Mark my words, he' s gonna be big someday | |
I' m leavin' Memphis Ol' Booker' s got to go | |
Mister Melrose sent a telegram from Chicago | |
That' s the man makin' records on me | |
Wants to make some more | |
Gonna sing my song ' til my throat gets sore | |
So, Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay lay his pallet down | |
Tell Riley he' s welcome to stay | |
Mark my words, he' s gonna be big someday | |
Foldn' money an' a fancy dress for your when I get back | |
Sho' beats workin' on Parchman Farm | |
That' s a natural fact | |
Lester Melrose, he fixed my parole | |
I thank him with my heart an' soul | |
I' m so glad to be a free man again | |
Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay lay his pallet down | |
Tell Riley Uncle Booker said he could stay | |
An' mark my words mark my words mark my words | |
He' ll B. B. King someday |
zuò qǔ : Bibb | |
Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay lay his body down | |
Tell Riley he' s welcome to stay | |
Mark my words, he' s gonna be big someday | |
I' m leavin' Memphis Ol' Booker' s got to go | |
Mister Melrose sent a telegram from Chicago | |
That' s the man makin' records on me | |
Wants to make some more | |
Gonna sing my song ' til my throat gets sore | |
So, Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay lay his pallet down | |
Tell Riley he' s welcome to stay | |
Mark my words, he' s gonna be big someday | |
Foldn' money an' a fancy dress for your when I get back | |
Sho' beats workin' on Parchman Farm | |
That' s a natural fact | |
Lester Melrose, he fixed my parole | |
I thank him with my heart an' soul | |
I' m so glad to be a free man again | |
Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town | |
If he needs somewhere to lay lay his pallet down | |
Tell Riley Uncle Booker said he could stay | |
An' mark my words mark my words mark my words | |
He' ll B. B. King someday |