(Gary Moore)

He was born in Mississippi

Nineteen twenty-four

He was born in Mississippi

Nineteen twenty-four

Left his home with no money

He had to pay his dues

But he knew the time was comin'

When he'd be king of the blues

King of the blues

Lost his heart to a woman

Lucy was her name

Lost his heart to a woman

Lucy was her name, yes, it was

When he hears her sing so sweetly

He knows he just can't lose

When he holds her in his arms he knows that

He's the king of the blues

He's a hunter with a crosscut saw

Born under a bad sign

Caught his baby messin' down the Laundromat

He almost lost his mind

Yeah!

He was born in Mississippi

In nineteen twenty-four

He was born in Indianola, Mississippi

Nineteen twenty-four, yes, he was

He doesn't need no jester to keep him amused

He's got Lucy by his side

He's making headline news

Doesn't need no palace

Like Freddie down in Dallas

You can call him what you like

I call him king of the blues

That's right, mister Albert King of the blues

Yeah!

King of the blues

Let me hear you