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Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to lay â lay his body down
Tell Riley he's welcome to stay â
Mark my words, he's gonna be big someday
I'm leavin' Memphis â Ol' Booker's got to go
Mister Melrose sent a telegram from Chicago
That's the man makin' records on me â
Wants to make some more â
Gonna sing my song âtil my throat gets sore
So, Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to lay â lay his pallet down
Tell Riley he's welcome to stay â
Mark my words, he's gonna be big someday
Foldn' money an' a fancy dress for your when I get back
Sho' beats workin' on Parchman Farm â
That's a natural fact â
Lester Melrose, he fixed my parole
I thank him with my heart an' soul
I'm so glad to be a free man again
Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to lay â lay his pallet down
Tell Riley Uncle Booker said he could stay â
An' mark my words â mark my words â mark my words
He'll B.B. King someday
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- Me To You
- Blues People
- Jericho Road
- Deeper In The Well
- Brothers in Bamako
- Miscellaneous
- Natural Light
- Booker’s Guitar (Bonus Track Version)
- Booker’s Guitar
- Troubadour Live
- Friends
- Cambridge Folk Festival - Celebrating 50 Years
- Eric Bibb In 50 Songs
- Even Better Than The Disco Thing
- An Evening With Eric Bibb
- Roadworks
- Diamond Days
- Live à FIP
- Spirit & the Blues