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The original bluesman is a 100 years old
he was the first to ever sell his soul
plays the guitar with the jangling strings
sorta whispers as he sings
he closes his eyes, taps his shoes
when he sings, he's the king of the blues
he met the devil long time ago
mississippi moonlight country crossroads
he asked the devil for some guitar strings
devil said son I can make you a king
devil winked and said here's what I'll do
I throw in them strings and make you king of the blues
just make your mark on the dotted line
but when the last string breaks your soul will be mine
in mississippi a trade's a trade
and them devil strings sang like a switchblade
from dallas to memphis down to new orleans
he cut the competition 'till they crowned him the king
wherever he went the women all swooned
and everyone said he's the king of the blues
easy riders and fancy cars
he had more than the notes on his guitar
fistful of jewelry and fancy silk clothes
never bothered much about his soul
over the years he broke a string or two
but he didn't care cause he was king of the blues
albert, freddie and b.b. too
none could stand up to the king of the blues
he's still the king though times have changed
white boys play the blues but they plays it strange
his skeleton shows through his wornout suit
had to pawn the diamond from his gold tooth
the devil's waiting in the wings
cause he's getting down to his last string
when he sings his last tune
he'll go out the king of the blues
