Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town If he needs somewhere to lay – lay his body down Tell Riley he’s welcome to stay – Mark my words, he’s gonna be big someday I’m leavin’ Memphis – Ol’ Booker’s got to go Mister Melrose sent a telegram from Chicago That’s the man makin’ records on me – Wants to make some more – Gonna sing my song ‘til my throat gets sore So, Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town If he needs somewhere to lay – lay his pallet down Tell Riley he’s welcome to stay – Mark my words, he’s gonna be big someday Foldn’ money an’ a fancy dress for your when I get back Sho’ beats workin’ on Parchman Farm – That’s a natural fact – Lester Melrose, he fixed my parole I thank him with my heart an’ soul I’m so glad to be a free man again Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town If he needs somewhere to lay – lay his pallet down Tell Riley Uncle Booker said he could stay – An’ mark my words – mark my words – mark my words He’ll B.B. King someday