Blues in a bottle, lord I wish I could Get these blues in a bottle, and lock them up for good It’d be age … right by now Had a pretty good … there now We could pour it out and have a taste Be ashamed to let it go to waste That’s the real thing, …your tongue Take a sip, have a little…we can cook it up and when we’re down Blues in a bottle, lord I wish I could Put these blues in a bottle, and lock them up for good
Telephone keeps ringing The radio keeps singing So forgotten song from 1963 Stares on the deep inside of me I may never see your face again But I wonder if you feel this way too …take one on the …
Blues in a bottle, lord I wish I could Put these blues in a bottle, lock them up for good Blues in a bottle, I wish I could somehow Put these blues in a bottle, a cork to stop it down X 2