Old Time Blues Lyrics

Robert Johnson blues
Chain gangs on the county farm
Crickets in the hot night
Sounds of voices split the calm
And I picture in my mind
Southern nights of long ago
In my dreams the blues kept running me
Miles away the blues were beating me
Early days I look back then I see
I think of Albert Hammond
Otis Spann and Big Maceo
Little Walter was a maniac
And so was Sonny Boy, you know
Magic Sam and JB
And many more too soon to go
I play them old time blues
Country life is dying
Modern times are here to stay
But still the old time blues
Never will be swept away
We′re gonna keep it all alive
Play it every night and day
In my dreams the blues is calling plain
Oh yeah, old time blues running through my brain
Old time blues I hear them once again
In my dreams
Well, you hear them
The blues keeps running through
Find this from way back now
I need to play my old guitar
It's that old time blues
It′s just running through my brain
Oh yeah
Oh, tell me now