Albert King - Cold Feet Lyrics

Keep raisin' saying if I play this chord
They hittin' the B Flat right

I'm gon' make a
Hit if it's the last thing I do

I done come home to you
And you done put your cold feet on me
Get warm your feet, woman

Hanging around the studio
For three days in a row, now
Saying can't nobody get a hit outta here
But Sam and Dave

Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas
Or Eddie Floyd
They ain't the only one
Know how to play the blues
I can play the blues myself

Yeah

I'ma give every disc jockey
The blues across the country
If he don't dig this
He got a hole in his soul

Yeah
Well
Hey
Ooh wee

If you hear a little fuss
It ain't nobody but us