Now that You’re Gone ~ (For B.B. King)
B.B. King
Now that you’re gone
Lucille softly weeps
Without your Mississippi
Cotton picking singing voice
Guitar wizard playing fingers
The Blues ain’t gonna sound
The same anymore
The thrill is gone
But the legacy lives on
For generations to come
As Heaven lights up
With your unbeatable smile
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