Jimmy Reed from Little Victories by Sid Griffin

Midnight tolls its bells again, gathering clouds around
Smiling faces, dancehall floor, one face weas a frown, one face wears a frown

The Golden Spur is packed again, the Orbit lounge is full
Smokey rooms where singers play, the air is thick as wool, the air is thick as wool

Jimmy Reed is on the bandstand, the circus comes to town
Jimmy Reed tonight in person, they're watching a good man drown, oh Lord
They're watching a good man drown

Midnight monas out 12 again, midnight calls its friend
For some the night has just begun, for some it never ends, for some it never ends

Somewhere the night is falling, somewhere a lamp's cut low
Somewhere a widow's weeping, somewhere a blues plays slow, somewhere a blues plays slow

Jimmy Reed is on the bandstand, with his gentle rolling sound
Jimmy Reed tonight in person, we're watching a good man drown
We're watching a good man drown

• Acoustic
• alt-country
• americana
• bluegrass
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• London