Dorsey
Like Father Like Son
Old Mississippi keeps rolling on through.Hard on luck I've got them Johnny Rivers blues.Sang til I bled out another man's tune.Sing that gospel boy like it'll save you.You keep talkin' about the wind, of the wind that's blowin' in.Cold with the river, I was wondering where you've been.My brother's got a bottle of whiskey and a hammer of steel.We're gonna take this fool down to the river and show him how to feelWhat it is to feel.Keep talking about the fire and I ain't running for the water.Beggin' and pleadin', it ain't gonna help you none.You've been cheating, you've been stealing boy, you ain't your father's son.But I've got blisters, I got blisters from the tracks.You can't play no blues boy without blood on your hands.I've got blood on my hands.I am a vigilante man, I've got blood on my hands.
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