Cold Feet Lyrics - Albert King

[Incomprehensible] said about playing this chord 

He ain't hitting the be flat right 

I'm a make a hit 

If it's the last thing I do 

And I done come home to you 

And you done put your cold feet on me 

Get warm your feet, woman 

Hanging around the studio 

For three days in a row now 

Thinking nobody get a hit out of here 

But Sam and Dave 

Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas 

Or Eddie Floyd 

They ain't the only ones 

Who know how to play the blues 

I can play the blues myself 

I'm gonna give every disc jockey 

The blues across the country 

If he don't dig this 

He got a hole in his soul 

Yeah, well 

Hey, ooh wee 

If you hear a little fuss 

It ain't nobody but us