Blues for Michael B… For Michael Bloomfield
Blues for Michael B…
He was the best, from east to west
You shoulda heard the way, he could live them blues
Y’all shoulda heard the way, that man could live them blues
He was born to win, you know he just had to loose
No time to save, only time to waste
It’s so hard to quit, once ya got that taste
It’s so damn hard to quit, once you got that taste
An I’m gonna miss, the way that man could play
If you caught a lick, it would take you home
He would start to sway and commence to moan
If ya caught a lick, that man could take you home
I hate to think, he was left to die, alone
A mighty angel, sent to walk the land
While on this earth, he was a troubled man
A mighty angel, made to walk the land
Now he has a place, up in that fiery band
An he was the best, from east to west
You shoulda heard the way, that man could live them blues
Y’all shoulda heard the way, Michael played the blues
He was born to win, you know he just had to loose
He was born to win, you know, he just had to loose…
For my friend Michael Bloomfield who I first met at just barely 16…
Copyrighted and written just after his passing 1981..