Songtexte

Well, if you wanna play the blues On your guitar And you dreaming of being a star B.B. King is watching wherever you are So don't touch a string Until you listen to some B.B. King Well, sweet 16 and Caledonia too Even Lucille gave B.B. the blues Three o'clock in the morning Singing his down-home blues So don't touch a string Until you listen to some B.B. King Let the good times roll (mount up) Don't matter if you're young or old He was singing his song Straight from his heart and soul So don't touch a string Until you listen to some B.B. King Mount up on the wings of the king (Mount up, mount up) Mount up on the wings of the king (Mount up, mount up) So don't touch a string Until you listen to some B.B. King
Writer(s): Neal Kenny, Edwards Willard Ray, Harper Eric Owens, Ingram Christone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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