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To the Brothers of Blues

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Little Boy Blue please come play your sax,

That old Mid-night special is making tracks.

From New Orleans to Gulf shore's breeze,

Playing fine music, that's all sure to please.


Refrain:

Brothers of the night, Blues take flight,

Down home music that makes all right.

Pull up a chair, give a listen my friends,

With a Mid-night melody that never ends.


We've got old Tom on his electric guitar,

That steely music you can hear from afar.

Buddy's on drums, with his soulful beat,

Jackie's harmonica bringing up the heat.


Brothers in Blues, night sounds so sweet,

Erases every worry, by music so complete.

So soothes the emotions, as all can afford,

Allowing minds to drift away, in every chord.


Sweet dreams in blues by the moon's light,

Makes everything special, to seem alright.

Down through the dim-lit streets, it all drifts,

A gift to every one to hear, the soul so lifts.


Refrain:

Brothers of the night, Blues take flight,

Down home music that makes all right.

Pull up a chair, give a listen my friends,

With a mid-night melody that never ends.



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