Jimmy Reed

Written by Sid Griffin

Midnight tolls its bells again, gathering clouds around

Smiling faces, dancehall floor, one face weas a frown, one face wears a frown

The Golden Spur is packed again, the Orbit lounge is full

Smokey rooms where singers play, the air is thick as wool, the air is thick as wool

Jimmy Reed is on the bandstand, the circus comes to town

Jimmy Reed tonight in person, they're watching a good man drown, oh Lord

They're watching a good man drown

Midnight monas out 12 again, midnight calls its friend

For some the night has just begun, for some it never ends, for some it never ends

Somewhere the night is falling, somewhere a lamp's cut low

Somewhere a widow's weeping, somewhere a blues plays slow, somewhere a blues plays slow

Jimmy Reed is on the bandstand, with his gentle rolling sound

Jimmy Reed tonight in person, we're watching a good man drown

We're watching a good man drown

Published by Coal Train Tunes/Bug Music Ltd