| Shakin' ‘em down and drunk on a holiday
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| Dishin' them ‘lectric blues in an old school way
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| Lucy and Glenda Jones and an old beef bone
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| Drinkin' that whisky juice till they all alone
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| They was blues conquistadors, soul conquistadors
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| Old Betty Mae was movin' it and doin' it right
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| Muddy and John Lee rockin' in the house of blue light
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| Trouble and worry come back on another day
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| Nellie’s aunt Bee got down and began to pray
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| They was blues conquistadors, soul conquistadors
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| You got to mess around to feel right
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| Then you slow it down sometimes, just enough to get me home
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| You got me digging in a coal mine — diggin' in a blues mine
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| Jesus gonna help me get there with them blues conquistadors, soul conquistadors
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| Been twenty odd years since they burned that Checkerboard lounge
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| Listen that Howlin' Wolf make a nasty sound
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| Muddy and John Lee you know they passed away
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| But the Gin room boogie still make you shake a leg |