J.B. Lenoir
alabama blues
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I never will go back to Alabama, that is not the place for me (2x)
You know they killed my sister and my brother,
and the whole world let them peoples go down there free
I never will love Alabama, Alabama seem to never have loved poor me (2x)
Oh God I wish you would rise up one day,
lead my peoples to the land of pea'
My brother was taken up for my mother, and a police officer shot him down (2x)
I can't help but to sit down and cry sometime,
think about how my poor brother lost his life
Alabama, Alabama, why you want to be so mean (2x)
You got my people behind a barbwire fence,
now you tryin' to take my freedom away from me
- Álbum:
- Miscellaneous
- The Chess Blues-Rock Songbook
- Martin Scorsese Presents The Blues: J.B. Lenoir
- An Introduction to J.B. Lenoir
- The Blues: Expanded Edition
- Mamma Talk to Your Daughter / Man Watch Your Woman
- Electric Blues Pioneers
- The Electric Blues Story, Vol. 2
- Saga Blues: Eisenhower Blues
- The Mojo
- The Very Best of Vee Jay Blues, Volume 5
- Swampbilly Shindig: Rockabilly, Country & Soul From Deep...
- A Taste of the Blues, Vol. 1
- R&B Humdingers, Vol. 14
- Blues Classics: Blues Get Off My Shoulder
- Chicago Hit Factory - The Vee-Jay Story 1953-1966
- Top 50 Classics - The Very Best of J.B. Lenoir
- Vintage Blues
- R&B Humdingers Volume 14
- I Wanna Play a Little While