Friar's Point

(written by tom hambridge and susan tedeschi)
Just past friars point, all the way across those lanes
Just past friars point, all the way across those lanes
I was walking by the cotton fields, and i swear i heard robert johnson play
Down in new orleans, preaching in the lions den
Down in new orleans, preaching in the lions den
You can hear irma thomas, take you right back to church again
We got the blues now, surely aint got a thing to lose
Oh we got the blues, surely dont have a thing to lose
Oh darling its them blues that really make them move
Oh do they hang on beale street, music blasting out of every door
Oh do they hang on beale street, music pouring out of every pore
Rocking the house at bbs, your feet they never touch the floor
Oh south side of chicago, oh all the way where magic sam used to play
Oh south side of chicago, over at the checkerboard lounge
You can still hear muddy waters, playing that song 'slow down'
Oh we got the blues time, sure dont have a thing to lose
Oh we got the blues time, surely dont have a thing to lose
And these are the people all ready to make a move