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Dec 2015
Her voice was loud in a small body frame
Somebody said: Oh, Miss Billie, please sing a nice blues song
In your little girl's voice, I could listen to your sad voice all night long
Sing, Miss Billie
Until the day is long gone
You been singing about real things that have been happening
Since the day that you came here to be born
Oh, Miss Billie, she so in love that she can hardly stand
Heard the drummer hit those skins with  drumsticks
Looks like a riverboat gambler, but plays like a real mad man
" What That bass man doing?''
His playing makes me sigh
And he plays with fingers on strings with feeling
Somebody go get me a drink of water
Because he's got my mouth feeling kind of dry
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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