Текст и слова песни Albert King – Cold Feet
[Incomprehensible] said about playing this chord
He ain't hitting the B flat right
I'm a make a hit
If it's the last thing I do
And I done come home to you
And you done put your cold feet on me
Get warm your feet, woman
Hanging around the studio
For three days in a row now
Thinking nobody get a hit out of here
But Sam and Dave
Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas
Or Eddie Floyd
They ain't the only ones
Who know how to play the blues
I can play the blues myself
I'm gonna give every disc jockey
The blues across the country
If he don't dig this
He got a hole in his soul
Yeah, well
Hey, ooh wee
If you hear a little fuss
It ain't nobody but us
He ain't hitting the B flat right
I'm a make a hit
If it's the last thing I do
And I done come home to you
And you done put your cold feet on me
Get warm your feet, woman
Hanging around the studio
For three days in a row now
Thinking nobody get a hit out of here
But Sam and Dave
Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas
Or Eddie Floyd
They ain't the only ones
Who know how to play the blues
I can play the blues myself
I'm gonna give every disc jockey
The blues across the country
If he don't dig this
He got a hole in his soul
Yeah, well
Hey, ooh wee
If you hear a little fuss
It ain't nobody but us
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