Albert King

Cold Feet
[Incomprehensible] said about playing this chordHe ain't hitting the be flat rightI'm a make a hitIf it's the last thing I doAnd I done come home to youAnd you done put your cold feet on meGet warm your feet, womanHanging around the studioFor three days in a row nowThinking nobody get a hit out of hereBut Sam and DaveRufus Thomas or Carla ThomasOr Eddie FloydThey ain't the only onesWho know how to play the bluesI can play the blues myselfI'm gonna give every disc jockeyThe blues across the countryLetras de cancionesIf he don't dig thisHe got a hole in his soulYeah, wellHey, ooh weeIf you hear a little fussIt ain't nobody but us
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"Cold Feet" as written by Albert King, Jr. Jackson
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