I was born by the Mississippi River,
Lived in a small, tin, rusty shack.
Made some money choppin' cotton,
The sun beating down on my back.
...
Read full text
Blowing sweet
Blowing long
Blowing to the beat
Blowing the song
Blowing loud and clear
Blowing for all to hear
It's music to the ear
From first to last bar
Not all can play
But all can say
Thank's Daddy
For giving me this day.
s
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Blowing sweet Blowing long Blowing to the beat Blowing the song Blowing loud and clear Blowing for all to hear It's music to the ear From first to last bar Not all can play But all can say Thank's Daddy For giving me this day. s