Lyrics Bloodline - Kenny Neal

Bloodline

Down in Louisiana
Where the blues bloodline run deep
Grandpa was a preacher
Apple don’t fall far from the tree
Daddy sang the blues
And the bloodline run through me
Grandpa died, Daddy gone
Now I’m here to carry on bloodlines
All the young ones coming on
I got to pass it on, bloodlines
Blues bloodline run deep
I got the blues from my head to my feet
Grandma put me on the morning bench
I had to jump up and begin to sing
Glory hallelujah
Grandma used to pray all alone
I loved to sit and listen to her moan and groan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama told me a story
How’d she plant the seed?
When she rocked me in the cradle, oh
She’d sing the blues to me
Roots run deep
The apple don’t fall far from the tree
Down in Louisiana
Bloodline
Baton Rouge
Bloodline
Erwinville
Bloodline
Port Allen
Bloodline