Track byGary Moore
He was born in Mississippi 1924 He was born in Mississippi 1924 Left his home with no money He had to pay his dues but he knew the time was coming when he'd be king of the blues 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 messing down the laundromat He Almost Lost his mind yeah He was born in Mississippi 1924 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