He made it thunder. He made it rain
Made a whistle to follow the train
First the thunder, then the rain.
They tell us we should live for gain
But poor folks lose at rich men’s games
After thunder follows rain.
The moon is red with a gunsmoke stain
A brother’s dead, and who’s to blame?
First comes thunder, then comes rain.
Black-and-white, these keys and chains
Black and white got to share this pain
After thunder comes the rain.
Lightning strikes and it sets a flame
When hate’s defeated, love remains
Comes an end to sorrow’s reign.
In other blues news... WHEREAS, Buddy Guy has been a kick-ass blues player since God was in short pants, the City of Portland officially declared today, July 3rd 2023, to be Buddy Guy Day.
I love my town.
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