My Baby don’t stand no cheaten my babe, My baby don’t s
tand no cheaten my babe;
From cotton fields back in ole Mississip, Muddy be the Water, turn Chicago hip, my baby Etta, at last, still the queen.
Wolf be howlin, Willie a tower, Etta crying Daddy, Minnesota Fat’s a coward…
Money played Chess, was in his soul, Allen Freed the phrase, coined Rock & Roll;
Buried Chuck,with jail house rock…Elvis played the song, took him straight to the top…my babe…
Playing blues, slide guitars best, cried the night they lay Walter to rest, never seen no angel look so sharp,
But, then you never seen no angel playing blues harp…my babe
Everything seemed to die, when Walter went away,
Muddy had no money, Willie still wrote songs for no-one to play;
When from across the sea, a forgotten voice, Willie said Mud, member them lil white English boys?
Mud say, ain’t got no money to fly no plane, Willie said, them boys still loves you for giving them their name;
Want’s us to tour with-em, and play our songs;
And England soon met the boys who set the tone: