Travelin' South - Albert Collins



     
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Travelin' South Lyrics


Travellin' South, tryin' to work my way back home
I said I'm headed South, tryin' to work my way back home
I'm so broken an' hungry, ain't no money for the telephoneFeet so tired, I think I'm gonna lay down
I say my feet is so tired, y'all, I think I'm gonna lay down
I got another hundred miles before I reach the next townI'll be glad to leave this town, I ain't comin' back no more
I'll be glad to leave this town, y'all, I ain't comin' back no more
I'm gonna head back down to Texas, that's the only place I knowTravellin' South, tryin' to work my way back home
Travellin' South, tryin' to work my way back home
I'm so broke an' hungry, ain't got no money for the telephone

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Albert Collins (October 1, 1932 — November 24, 1993) was a blues guitarist, singer and musician. He had many nicknames, such as "The Ice Man", "The Master of the Telecaster" and "The Razor Blade". Born in Leona, Texas, Collins was a distant relative of Lightnin' Hopkins and grew up learning about music and playing guitar. His family moved to Houston, Texas when he was seven. Throughout the 1940s and 1950s, he absorbed the blues sounds and styles from Texas, Mississippi and Chicago. His style would soon envelop these sounds.

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