Bloodline

Down in Louisiana

Where the blues bloodline run deep

Grandpa was a preacher

The apple don't fall far from the tree

Daddy sang the blues

And the bloodline run through me

Grandpa died, Daddy gone

Now I'm here to carry on, bloodline

All the young ones comin' on

I got to pass it on, bloodline

Blues bloodline run deep

I got the blues from my head to my feet

Grandma put me on the mornin' bench

I had to jump up and begin to sing

Glory hallelujah

Grandma used to pray all alone

I loved to sit and listen to her moan and groan

Mmm (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mama told me a story

How'd she plant the seed?

When she rocked me in the cradle, oh

She sang the blues to me

Roots run deep

The apple don't fall far from the tree

Down in Louisiana

Bloodline

Baton Rouge

Bloodline

Erwinville

Bloodline

Port Allen

Bloodline

Well, I done been