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    The Spencer Davis Group / Lyrics

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    "Stevie's Blues" Lyrics

    The Spencer Davis Group

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    Tommy was a preacher's son
    Now he's running through the jungle (Yes sir!)
    Fingers cold and fire
    When you get so tired and we're so tired

    Lazing back in this desert
    Waitin' for that sunny day

    Tommy was a preacher's son
    Now he's running through the streets sellin' up that cocaine
    Those fires will get ya
    When you get too tired and we're so tired
    Eyes blister beaded fortress rolling fevered freight trains in

    Well I met three men with friends in office
    Smooth dark skin and ivory teeth smiles
    Our boots come alive in this mud and this shit

    "Life is hard to fill with teeth that bite and eat up our fears"
    Through August fall of '69
    Jesus had birthed him
    He spoke in guns through crippled sheets
    For Jesus had birthed him
    Sugar cubes fingernails worming snakes that built the fire
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Muff Winwood, Spencer Davis, Peter York, Steve Winwood.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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