i was sittin' in the dressing room with brownie mcgee
he was drinkin' that milk with that dewar's whiskey
said john
there's nothin' written anywhere
suggests the blues will set you free
old days are comin' back to me
i was ridin' in the back seat
with sonny terry
little harmonica player used to drive him around
i think his name was harry
tried to get him to eat tofu
raw vegetables
nuts
and berries
but sonny wasn't havin' any of it
he let me share a room with