We're going down the road, to the place where the blues are played, down at the end of the street, some lonely place, just you and a bottle of booze, the women in your life long gone.
These are the trials, something you can't escape, even if you wanted too.
These are the blues, the ones that get into your soul, and won't let go.
HOWLIN' WOLF - SMOKESTACK LIGHTNING
The train whistle blows, and the midnight hour is told, I'm high on life, nothing more.
I was standing at the Crossroad; Devil made me a promise, good life and merriment and everything else that I could use to better my life, our lives, but that damn sucker told lies, made me believe.
He ain't nothin' but a hound dog, just howling all the night, howling at the moon, sniffing around where he shouldn't have been a snooping, he ain't nothing but a hound dog, howling all the time.
BIG MAMA THORNTON - HOUND DOG
Mississippi Fred McDowell - You gotta move
Going down to the end, the end of the lonely street, to get me a beer, and some smokes, be back later, come back then, but you sure look pretty, stick around a while, and lets see what happens at the end.
Sonny Boy Williamson - Nine below zero
History of the Blues
I was broke when I was born, and in all likelihood, I won't have a dime when I die. These are the perfect times for the blues.
Everybody got the blues, one day or another.