(Gary Moore)
He was born in Mississippi
Nineteen twenty-four
He was born in Mississippi
Nineteen twenty-four
Left his home with no money
He had to pay his dues
But he knew the time was comin`
When he`d be king of the blues
King of the blues
Lost his heart to a woman
Lucy was her name
Lost his heart to a woman
Lucy was her name, yes, it was
When he hears her sing so sweetly
He knows he just can`t lose
When he holds her in his arms he knows that
He`s the king of the blues
He`s a hunter with a crosscut saw
Born under a bad sign
Caught his baby messin` down the Laundromat
He almost lost his mind
Yeah!
He was born in Mississippi
In nineteen twenty-four
He was born in Indianola, Mississippi
Nineteen twenty-four, yes, he was
He doesn`t need no jester to keep him amused
He`s got Lucy by his side
He`s making headline news
Doesn`t need no palace
Like Freddie down in Dallas
You can call him what you like
I call him king of the blues
That`s right, mister Albert King of the blues
Yeah!
King of the blues
Let me hear you