It's me comin' at you
From the land beyond
I'm up here in heaven
Where I belong
I'm gonna tell you my story
And about a man who's down in Hell
He ain't up here anyway
As far as I can tell
This man stole my name
He stole my soul
They're so holy up there they don't understand
But he even tried to steal my jellyroll
So here it is
My story
Here it is from the top
My name is Sonny Boy Williamson
I come from Jackson, Tennessee
Being a man named Sonny Boy
Might bother you
It never bothered me none
My mother loved me
My wife did too
I had a dream and the dream come true
I wrote some songs that the people knew
Like, "Good Morning, School Girl" and "Jackson Blues"
Around the time of the Great Migration
The blues run up the river
Spread across the nation
I run up with them, caused a great sensation
Selling biscuits on the radio
In Chicago
Out on the West Side to see the sights
Turned the corner
See my name in lights
Said I'd been playing there for 14 nights
This, I had to see
This big, old ugly cat was on the stage
Twice my size, about my age
Played six songs, five were mine
If I said he was good, I'd be lyin'
Then he says, "What's my name?"
The crowd says, "Sonny Boy!"
He says, "What's my name?"
They go, "Sonny Boy!"
And he says, "What's my name?"
And I said, "Hold it!"
My name is Sonny Boy Williamson
The one from Jackson, Tennessee
Don't know who you are or where you come from
But one thing I do know
You ain't me, son
I looked in his eyes
And they was red
As was the 'rangtang hair dye all over his head
Scared me so bad
I ran outside
Looked for a place to hide
Ran 'round a corner
Smack into a robbery
They were shootin' at each other
But they hit me
Next thing I know
I came up here
In the middle of my 34th year
Now I'm the only bluesman in Heaven
Makes me kind of sad
I'm the only one died so young
Didn't have the time to do nothing bad
As for Sonny Boy 2
The man who stole my name
Went on to glory, fortune and fame
He's the one who went to England
Tried to teach those English boys the blues
He said, "What do I have to lose?"
Well it killed him
Yeah it killed him
Now I'm the only bluesman in Heaven
And I'm lonely as can be
Lord, if you're listening
Hear my plea
Send down a bluesman
To play the blues with me
This is Sonny Boy Williamson Number One
That's my story
I'm done
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