Lucille's weeping silently.
Now that the fingers that felt her has passed.
The strings of music slowly came to a halt.

Cause he played the song upon her, it pays to be the boss.
No longer will her story be told by him about how her story came to be?

No longer will his magic fingers be placed upon her to push him, to sing.
Or simply make the strings ring that  it's BB King.

Lucille, probably never would be known.
If it wasn't for the players call this guitar his own.