Dominant Seven Blues
Guitar blues man, He's been hitting number seven all through the night,
That old main seventh chord, just thumping its refrain, clean out of sight.
Electric or acoustic, both are my kind of music, strumming out its sounds,
Getting down music, soulful kinda beat, soon will be making all the rounds.
refrain: Blues and boogy-woogy notes, echoing, all floating on the breeze,
The sounds, a wayward spirit train, we like to hear, man, it does so please.
Song singing sounds in blues, its message, don't excuse, rag-time moving blues,
Got that rhythmic beat, every mind likes to meet, picking old seven chord blues.
I'm in seventh heaven, cause of that number seven, chords ripping out the blues.
Pounding out a beat on that flat top, the rhythm does not stop. don't miss no cues.
Refrain: Blues and boogy-woogy notes, echoing, all floating on the breeze,
The sounds, a wayward spirit train, we like to hear, man, it does so please.
Like that midnight clock tic-toc, pounds out its song, just like rock, it's the blues,
That mind, forsaking, heart breaking lyric, soul-shaking, if you hear it, kind of blues.
As that pick hits lucky seven, little bit of heaven, sings to the night, telling the news,
Whining and throbbing, if you hear it, you'll soon be bobbing, stomping yo shoes.
refrain: Blues and boogy-woogy notes, echoing, all floating on the breeze,
The sounds, a wayward spirit train, we like to hear, man, it does so please.
Number seven, long past eleven, moving on that mid-night hour, with its song,
Telling its old story, its time of glory, just singing and playing all the night long.
When the clock hands strike twelve o'clock, you can hear that knock-knock,
Blues man, his lucky seven stringed guitar, takes his leave on down the block.
refrain: Blues and boogy-woogy notes echoing, all floating on the breeze,
The sounds, a wayward spirit train, we like to hear, man, it does so please.
Lucky seven, straight from heaven, the best of those guitar blues.
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