Bob Birthisel - Blues Conversation
OK, boys, we're gonna give 'em seven on the five - you readyPeople talk, but they don't say a word. I'd rather listen to a Firebird
Or when a Les Paul chats with a Strat. They sound so good you know I like it like that
Around midnight, you hear them wail, like steppin' down on a Hell-hound's tail
Let's have a Blues Conversation. A little Blues Conversation
Lord have mercy, who's talkin' to me in a Blues Conversation
Another voice that sounds sweet to me, is when someone's jammin' on a Hammond B3
Guitar and Organ with their ebb and flow - back and forth and around they go
They take their turns playin' rhythm and lead. It's Blues Heaven, baby, yes indeed
Let's have a Blues Conversation. A little Blues Conversation
Lord have mercy, who's talkin' to me in a Blues Conversation
You heard 'em sing, you heard 'em cry out loud. The way they communicate makes me proud
You heard 'em easy and you heard them rough. But let me tell ya, child, I can't get enough
Cause when you listen, you hear them say: Keep talkin' Blues, brother, every day
Let's have a Blues Conversation. A little Blues Conversation
You'd better give me what I wanna hear, a little Blues Conversation
People gonna shout when they let it all out and have a Blues Conversation
Let it out now, boys
Written by:
Bob Birthisel
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