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Randy Newman

Sonny Boy

 

Sonny Boy

(альбом: Dark Matter - 2017)


It's me coming at you
From the land beyond
I'm up here in heaven
Where I belong
I'm gonna yell you my story
About a man who's down in hell
He ain't up here anyway
As far as I can tell
This man stole my name
He stole my soul
They're so holy up here
They don't understand
But he even tried to steal my jellyroll
So here it is, my story
Here it is from the top

My name is Sonny Boy Williamson
I come from Jackson, Tennessee
Being a man named Sonny Boy
Might bother you, it never bothered me none
My mother loved me, my wife did too
I had a dream and the dream come true
I wrote some songs that to people knew
Like "Good Morning School Girl" and "Jackson Blue"
Around the time of the great migration
The blues run up the river, spread across the nation
I run up with 'em caused a great sensation
Selling biscuits on the radio in Chicago
Out on the Westside to see the sights
Turned a corner, see my name in lights
Said I'd been playing there for 14 nights
This I had to see
This big old ugly cat was on the stage
Twice my size, about my age
Played six songs, five were mine
If I said he was good I'd be lying

Then he says "What's my name?"
The crowd says "Sonny Boy!"
He says "What's my name?"
They go "Sonny Boy!"
And he says "What's my name?"
I said "Hold it,
My name is Sonny Boy Williamson.
The one from Jackson, Tennessee.
Don't know who you are
Or where you come from,
But one thing I do know,
You ain't me, son."
I looked in his eyes
And they was red
As was the rangtang hair dye
All over his head
Scared me so bad I ran outside
Looked for a place to hide
Run 'round a corner
Smack into a robbery
They were shooting each other
But they hit me
Next thing I know I came up here
In the middle of my 34th year

Now I'm the only bluesman in heaven
It makes me kind of sad
I know only one
Who dies so young
Didn't have the time
To do nothing bad
As for Sonny Boy Two
The man who stole my name
He went on to glory, fortune and fame
He's the one who went to England
Tried to teach those English boys the blues
He said what do I have to lose?
Well, it killed him
Yeah, it killed him

I'm the only bluesman in heaven
And I'm lonely as can be
Lord, if you're listening
Hear my plea
Send up a bluesman
To play the blues with me

This is Sonny Boy Williamson
Number One
That's my story
I'm done

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