Tell Riley

Tell Riley, baby, next time he comes to town
If he needs somewhere to lay, lay his body down
Tell Riley, baby, he's welcome to stay
Mark my words, he's gonna be big someday

I'm leavin' Memphis, ol' Booker's got to go
Mister Melrose sent a telegram from Chicago
That's the man makin' records on me, heh
Wants to make some more
Gonna sing my songs 'til my throat gets sore

So, Tell Riley, baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to lay, lay his pallet down
Tell Riley, baby, Uncle Booker said he couldn't stay
And mark my words, he'll be B.B. King someday

Foldin' money an' a fancy dress for you when I get back
Sure beats workin' on Parchman Farm
That's a natural fact
Lester Melrose, he fixed my parole
And I thank him with my heart an' soul
I'm so glad to be a free man again

So tell Riley, baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to stay, lay his pallet down
Tell Riley, baby, he's welcome to stay
An' mark my words, mark my words
Mark my words, he's gonna be big someday



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Charles Bibb
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