Can't Sing the Blues Like Johnson

Can't play the blues like Johnson
Or sing like B.B. does
I'm less Deep South, more Wisconsin
But my struggle is real, because
Outside my porch it ain't rainin'
And my dog, she's still alive
The time that I was born in was under no bad sign
My baby didn't leave me
The sky above don't cry
And my broom, it don't need cleanin'
Please inspire me Buddy Guy

Went down to the crossroads
And the lights just made me blind
That smokestack lighnin' is some where
It's somewhere I can't find
And I ain't no hoochie-coochie man
I ain't got no mojo hand
I can't play the blues like Johnson
Or sing like B.B does

Where do I go for inspiration
Muddy help me please
Hopped on down to the railroad station
But I was asked to leave
The road life takes me ain't too hard on my shoes
And I ain't struggeld for, or cried none
To confess, I sing those blues

Went down to the crossroads
And the lights just made me blind
That smokestack lighnin' is some where
It's somewhere I can't find
And I ain't no hoochie-coochie man
I ain't got no mojo hand
I can't play the blues like Johnson
Or sing like B.B does

Went down to the crossroads
And the lights just made me blind
That smokestack lighnin' is some where
It's somewhere I can't find
And I ain't no hoochie-coochie man
I ain't got no mojo hand
I can't play the blues like Johnson
Or sing like B.B does