Faceless Voices
Looking for the faceless voices
The voices of my youth
Heard them on the radio
Boy, they made me feel so good
Boarded for Houston
Looking for Mr. Hughes
Playing the Silver Shadow
Like he always would
Went down to Aberdeen
Looking for The Wolf
Trying to see him over there
Can feel his groove
Down to Clarksdale Mississippi
John Lee's native place
Went down to Tutwiler
Looking for Sonny Boy's grave
Sonny Boy's grave
That's what I'm talking about
Looking for the faceless voices
The voices of my youth
Heard them on the radio
Boy, they make me feel so good
Down to Tutwiler
Sonny Boy's grave
Down there near the cotton fields
They ditched him, it's a crying shame
Sonny Boy's grave field
That's what I'm talking about
Talking to Mrs. Miller
Eighty four years old
Sister Sonny warm
And I'm fucking cold
Down in Tutwiler
Looking for his grave
Near the cotton fields
They ditched him, it's a crying shame
Faceless voices follow them
Voices of my youth
Heard them on the radio
They made me feel so good
Went back to
To the place where I was born
People now I know the faceless voices
Man I know the score
Talking about faceless voices
Voices of my youth
Heard them playing on the radio
They make me feel so good
Talking about faceless voices
Voices of my youth
They make me feel so good
The voices of my youth
Heard them on the radio
Boy, they made me feel so good
Boarded for Houston
Looking for Mr. Hughes
Playing the Silver Shadow
Like he always would
Went down to Aberdeen
Looking for The Wolf
Trying to see him over there
Can feel his groove
Down to Clarksdale Mississippi
John Lee's native place
Went down to Tutwiler
Looking for Sonny Boy's grave
Sonny Boy's grave
That's what I'm talking about
Looking for the faceless voices
The voices of my youth
Heard them on the radio
Boy, they make me feel so good
Down to Tutwiler
Sonny Boy's grave
Down there near the cotton fields
They ditched him, it's a crying shame
Sonny Boy's grave field
That's what I'm talking about
Talking to Mrs. Miller
Eighty four years old
Sister Sonny warm
And I'm fucking cold
Down in Tutwiler
Looking for his grave
Near the cotton fields
They ditched him, it's a crying shame
Faceless voices follow them
Voices of my youth
Heard them on the radio
They made me feel so good
Went back to
To the place where I was born
People now I know the faceless voices
Man I know the score
Talking about faceless voices
Voices of my youth
Heard them playing on the radio
They make me feel so good
Talking about faceless voices
Voices of my youth
They make me feel so good
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Writer(s): Hans Lafaille, Harry Muskee, Helmig Vander Vegt
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