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Number Five Blues - Sonny Boy Williamson I

"Number Five Blues Track 9 3:26 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) (John Lee Williamson) Recorded: December 17, 1938 - Aurora, Illinois- Leland Hotel Album: The Bluebird Recordings 1938 RCA #66796 June"

Rainy Day Blues - Sonny Boy Williamson I

"Rainy Day Blues Track 18 3:16 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) (John Lee Williamson) Recorded December 17, 1938 - Aurora, Illinois Album: The Bluebird Recordings RCA #66796-2 BMG Recorded:"

Purple Roses - John Williamson

"There's a rose bush in the garden Been there since I was born That celebrates its age without fear I touch the velvet petals And smell the breath of angels And pick the purple roses every year Now you"

Rip Rip Woodchip - John Williamson

"What am I gonna do - what about the future? Gotta draw the line without delay Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred Ancient life will fade away Over the hill they go, killing another mountain Gotta"

Salisbury St - John Williamson

"Now's not the time for wailin' While there's water in the river We'll all lay down and cry when it's gone I'll be a jackass and laugh at every sunrise Celebrate the day when it's born And we'll cruise"

Sing You The Outback - John Williamson

"I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls Hear the voice of cattlemen crackle in the coals Maybe we will learn"

Three Sons - John Williamson

"I'm into cattle, my Father was too From Great Great Grandfather all the way through And we scarcely have wasted an hour of daylight Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right Prepared for the lean"

True Blue (21st Anniversary) - John Williamson

"Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone Say you've knocked off for a smoko And you'll be back later on Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue Give it to me straight Face to face Are you really disappearing, Just another"

Wrinkles - John Williamson

"Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He values the time he spends growin' flowers He still loves his babies that grew to be men He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours When he"

You And My Guitar - John Williamson

"This guitar only sings the way I play it, It's part of me, just like another arm It started out as a little ukulele, When I was just a boy on the farm My fingers were too lazy for piano But I could hold"

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