"I wish they'd had electric guitars in cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would've been straightened out"
Red House Blues, por Jimi Hendrix
There’s a Red House over yonder That’s where my baby stays There’s a Red House over yonder, baby That’s where my baby stays
Well, I ain’t been home to see my baby, in ninety nine and one half days. 'Bout time I see her, Wait a minute something’s wrong here The key won’t unlock the door.
Wait a minute something’s wrong baby, Lord, have mercy, this key won’t unlock this door, something’s goin’ on here. I have a bad bad feeling that my baby don’t live here no more.
That’s all right, I still got my guitar Look out now . . .
I might as well go on back down go back 'cross yonder over the hill I might as well go back over yonder way back over yonder 'cross the hill, (That’s where I came from.)
‘Cause if my baby don’t love me no more, I know her sister will!
(lembrei-me disto ao comer uma sandes de atum)