Some blues make you wander
And some blues make you stall
And the some that play for you
Don't do anything at all
Go see Stevie
Whenever it’s Texas Blues y’all

And if anything falls apart
And you feel like lying down
Tell 'em an ole southern claw-picker
Just made the call
Tell Stevie
When you hit the wall

When the gals on the dance boards
Step up and tell you what to do
And you've just had a kind of realisation
And your feet are shuffling slow
Go see Stevie
I think he’ll know

When body and coordination
Half fallen floppy head
And the afro waiter is singing in fear
And the queer nun is off to serve some head
Remember what the congregation said
Feel your heart
Feel your heart.