That Reminds Me Of Hank

I been caught out in the cold Montgomery rain. With nothin' but the blues to my name. Listenin' to the lonesome sounds of a midnight train. That old whine, well that kinda reminds me of Hank.

That Old Black Magic

Old black magic has me in its spell. Old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine.

There's Always One (who Loves You Alot)

I lose my blues honey when I'm with you. No one else could ever do. You're in my heart to stay. But when I'm gone and I'm all alone. I'll be singing this song.

The Great Speckled Bird

The Sweetest Tune

I was struggling. How to figure out this world all alone. You were looking. For a reason not to sing on your own. . Your sweet voice, my lost cause. Collided like stars burning in the sky.

The Way I Am