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Click hereCompton blues man
Mississippi soul,
met him in a gift shop
moaning through the t shirts,
after the forgiveness
before the self redemption.
Keb' Mo' my shotgun rider
left the truck today,
hid in a CD rack
like a friend I owe money,
a bible only used at funerals.
'I WAS WRONG, I ADMIT IT!'
just had to hear him sing it,
know I'm not the only one
who broke a heart and then his own.
Now Keb' Mo's gone....till later on.
This is great. I like music I hear in this:
Compton blues man
Mississippi soul,
met him in a gift shop
moaning through the t shirts,
after the forgiveness
before the self redemption.
Really nice work
...I salute you! This would make a great song to sing on Beale Street.
I love Keb Mo, and this manages to capture his spirit and the travellin, on the road spirit of blues. Gave me a smile to go with my morning coffee. Thank you, sand! :)