Down a dusty road
Buried in the leaves
Carrying a heavy load
You will find the blues king
Crying to himself alone
Strumming on a string
By the time you hear him moan
You will know the blues king
Oh king, where is your queen?
Oh king, where is she hiding?
No place to call a home
Too run down to dream
Heart heavy as a stone
Now you know the blues king
Oh king, where is your queen?
Oh king, where is she hiding?
Maybe once he's dead and gone
You will come to see
He was praying all along
You could love the blues king
Sing
Sing
The song of the blues king