(intro) Instrumental and Spoken

Is everybody ready to commence with the festivities?
Ladies And Gentlemen, would you please welcome
the father of British blues... Mr. John Mayal l!

The band was jumping, hot as hell/Everybody felt all right
And Little Walter, took the stand
And blue note cut the night/In the hot breath, smoky light
The music took control/And would you know it
Some pretty woman/Felt the music touch her soul

She cried, please won't you play
The blues harmônica
Please won't you play, and blow my blues away

He said its hard, to be alone/Sleeping by yourself
The one you Love/So far way
She loves someone else
There's a train coming in/Everybody got to go
A little rain, in every heart/The blues could ever go

Please won't to play
The blues harmônica
Please, won't you play, and blow my blues away

Little Walter, blowing hard/ Like a son of Wind
The people dancing/ Sweet romancing
Till night came the end/ He hit the streets
As he kept that beat alive/He hit dawn
To the darkness/ Like the cold Chicago night

So please, won't to paly
The blues harmônica
Please won't to play/ and blow my blues way.