Sunrise Blues Lyrics
| Song | Sunrise Blues |
| Artist | Eric Bibb |
| Album | Booker's Guitar |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fever in my soul, thorns in my side | |
| Blues in my bones, holes in my pride | |
| Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes | |
| Nothin’ in my pocket but the next sunrise | |
| Hattie’s back in Vicksburg, Ella’s in my dreams | |
| Could be heaven’s up in Harlem – nothin’ what it seams | |
| Dollar in my hatband, guitar in a cotton sack | |
| Clean shirt in my suitcase – ‘Ain’t comin’ back | |
| Early Sunday mornin’ | |
| Ninety-nine degrees in the shade | |
| Junior’s settin’ behind the bar | |
| Countin’ all the money he made | |
| Blind Lemon’s on the phonograph | |
| ‘Shine’s in the Mason jar | |
| Without a good woman an’a fast train | |
| You can’t go but so far | |
| Deacons in the church house, prayin’ for a sinner like me | |
| But they’ll crucify a deacon down here | |
| Like they did Jesus from Galilee | |
| Blues in my bones; thorns in my side | |
| Fever in my soul, holes in my pride | |
| Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes | |
| Nothin’ in my pocket but the next sunrise |
| Fever in my soul, thorns in my side | |
| Blues in my bones, holes in my pride | |
| Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes | |
| Nothin' in my pocket but the next sunrise | |
| Hattie' s back in Vicksburg, Ella' s in my dreams | |
| Could be heaven' s up in Harlem nothin' what it seams | |
| Dollar in my hatband, guitar in a cotton sack | |
| Clean shirt in my suitcase ' Ain' t comin' back | |
| Early Sunday mornin' | |
| Ninetynine degrees in the shade | |
| Junior' s settin' behind the bar | |
| Countin' all the money he made | |
| Blind Lemon' s on the phonograph | |
| ' Shine' s in the Mason jar | |
| Without a good woman an' a fast train | |
| You can' t go but so far | |
| Deacons in the church house, prayin' for a sinner like me | |
| But they' ll crucify a deacon down here | |
| Like they did Jesus from Galilee | |
| Blues in my bones thorns in my side | |
| Fever in my soul, holes in my pride | |
| Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes | |
| Nothin' in my pocket but the next sunrise |
| Fever in my soul, thorns in my side | |
| Blues in my bones, holes in my pride | |
| Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes | |
| Nothin' in my pocket but the next sunrise | |
| Hattie' s back in Vicksburg, Ella' s in my dreams | |
| Could be heaven' s up in Harlem nothin' what it seams | |
| Dollar in my hatband, guitar in a cotton sack | |
| Clean shirt in my suitcase ' Ain' t comin' back | |
| Early Sunday mornin' | |
| Ninetynine degrees in the shade | |
| Junior' s settin' behind the bar | |
| Countin' all the money he made | |
| Blind Lemon' s on the phonograph | |
| ' Shine' s in the Mason jar | |
| Without a good woman an' a fast train | |
| You can' t go but so far | |
| Deacons in the church house, prayin' for a sinner like me | |
| But they' ll crucify a deacon down here | |
| Like they did Jesus from Galilee | |
| Blues in my bones thorns in my side | |
| Fever in my soul, holes in my pride | |
| Dust in my shoes, dust in my eyes | |
| Nothin' in my pocket but the next sunrise |
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