Tommy Johnson - Greatest Hits

Canned Heat Blues

Cryin', canned, canned heat, mama
Cryin', sure Lord, killin' me
Cryin', canned heat, mama
Sure Lord, killin' me
Take alcorub to take these canned heat blues

Cryin' mama, mama, mama
Know canned heat killin' me
Cryin' mama, mama, mama
Cryin' canned heat is killin' me
Canned heat don't kill me
Cryin', babe I never would die

I woked up, a-this mo'nin
With canned heat on my mind
Woke up this mo'nin'
Canned heat was on my mind
Woke up this mo'nin
With the canned heat, Lord
On my mind

Cried, Lord
Lord, I wonder
Canned heat, Lord, killing me
Think alcorub is tearing apart my soul
Because brown-skin woman don't do the easy roll

I woke up, a-this mo'nin'
Cryin', canned heat 'round my bed
Run in here, somebody
Take these canned heat blues
Run here, somebody
An' take these canned heat blues

Cryin', mama, mama, mama
Cryin', canned heat killin' me
Plead to my soul, Lord
They gon' kill me dead

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Writer(s): Tommy Johnson
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