This is a rewrite reloaded.
And I'm home alone, so it's a little "dirt",
After reading the book: "My ashes to the blacks"
about jazz and blues musician Bix Beiderbecke
living his life amongst old jazz folks,
I have this unrealistic romanthic relationship
to the culture of coloured blues people...
...now Ku Klux come and get me
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I'm on my way to Nashville
Traveling in the Delta land
I'm on my way to Nashville
Traveling in the Delta land
I'm just a white country boy
but I've got this Mojo in my hand
It's like black blood is rolling
rolling fast in my veins
black blood is rolling
rolling fast in my veins
Met this black gal down the Cross road
She told me everything about love in vain
She said skip that Nashville
Come on boy hit my Delta spot
come on her my white blues boy
Come on down hit my Delta spot
She could really squeeze the lemon
until all the juice ran down her butt
(Slide)
Forget all about Nashville
all the juice is on the Delta spot