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Sir Walter Scott


g
the place was closed 'til eight, when the blue cats would arrive.
c                                                                                g
the house of blues was up the road, this place was a dive.

started with a bb tune with a shaking boom boom beat.
place was full of lover girls and smokers took the streets.

d7                                c         g
can't nobody play like walter scott
                                                                  c
laid his guitar on his knee, his picking was so hot
they all sang out to sir walter scott
when he finally took the lead, thought he might never stop
                         g
just never stopped.


kept pushing folks to the front, the dancefloor was never used
no telling how many tunes sir walter scott knew

his lady started singing about a man that done her wrong
he sat there and played guitar the whole entire song.

red was on the keys and the big man kept the time
bass player showed up late, kept blowing my mind

near michigan avenue on a lonely side street road
sir walter scott plays the blues in the town of chicago.      


       


  

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