Southside Story

The Band was jumpin'- hot as hell Everybody felt allright Little Walter took the stand And a blue note cut the night In the hot red smokie light As the music to control Wouldn't ya know it? Some pretty woman Felt the music touch her soul She cried Please won't you play Your blues harmonica Please won't you play Blow my blues away He sang it's hard – to be allone Sleeping by youself The one you love – far away Lovin' someone else There's a train – comin'on Everybody's got to go A little rain – in every heart And a wolf at every door Please won't you play That blue harmonica Little Walter blowing hot Like a southern wind People dancin'- sweet romancin' As night came to an end He packed it up – hit the streets As they cut the neonlight Headed down to the darkness Of the cold Chicago night