G. Love & Special Sauce (G. Love and Special Sauce) - Blues Music lyrics

Uh huh, me and my band, we all must agree We like to get groovy with the sounds of the old time We like to jam 'cause man Sound from the bandstand Hand for the cause man Hang from the old ones The tones, the gears, the props and ride Very much in, chilling outside Going way back, way back From where music really started I'm a child of the eighties From where I departed, since then I started A collection of the people who started it all I reckon therefore, I kept them in my sock like money Blues music, blues music It's all about rockin' the van Not rock to roll, but sway to sway Shocks work out I play What that fly girl Sabine say, dig About eight miles to the gallon that's some highway sailing That's some cool, cool lounging, Atlantic City bounding 1920's to the 1970's A stream pool solid steady Getting ready real cool, cool, cool The earth amp, sock hat, hi-hat Dope dobro d'Addario strings for my things The ba** wail sings Let the rhyme bring, yeah The tense of the time of the old time Blues music, blues music Blind Lemon Jefferson and juice BMWs The proof frosty Albert Collins, Bukka White Booker T, James Brown Jimmy Smith at the console The soul with the girls Aretha, Chaka Khan, the show Solid Gold Cisco and Sonny, Lead Belly too Peoples that rode with Woody and you Bob Dylan, a million Sears Silvertone guitars Heard the licks, no need to take them nowhere Blues music It's like chewing gum with your headphones on Drinking lemonade, chilling on the front porch after running ball Like you lost a twenty dollar bill Like you got a free ticket, yo, from the scratch and win Its like the swimsuit issue, think i need a tissue It's like you and your baby got nasty Cut off and left alone now making eyes on the city bus again Now you got Ink Spots on your page again, grandma cooks blueberry pie Little sister got a boyfriend, dig It's like smoking the ride The final right The vinyl rides Blues music, blues music