Blues in a Bottle - Delta Moon

Lord, I wish I could

Put these blues in a bottle

And lock 'em up for good

It’d be aged about right by now

Have a pretty good bite and how

We could pour it out and have a taste

Be a shame to let it go to waste

That’s the real thing

Rolling round your tongue

Take a sip, have a little nip

We can cork it up when we’re done

Lord, I wish I could

Put these blues in a bottle

And lock 'em up for good

Telephone keeps ringing

Radio keeps singing

Some forgotten song from 1963

Stirring something deep inside of me

I may never

See your face again

But I wonder if you feel this way too

When you take one on the chin

Lord, I wish I could

Put these blues in a bottle

And lock 'em up for good

Wish I could somehow

Put these blues in a bottle

And cork the stopper down

That’s the real thing

Rolling round your tongue

Take a sip, have a little nip

We can cork it up when we’re done

Lord, I wish I could

Put these blues in a bottle

And cork 'em up for good

Wish I could somehow

Put these blues in a bottle

And cork the stopper down

Cork the stopper down

Cork the stopper down