mr. morganfield & ms. waters (a-side)

before rose reached full bloom

nourished in a smoke filled rooms

cherished in a juke joint with a pocket size organ under full moon

sea of black skin

packed in still feeling free moving to the blues

mr. morganfield was in a brand new field where he could pick the rules

cotton filled days

hardened fingers

chiseled out a stone voice singer

father figure raising hell with her in a sea of hooch and malt liquor

ernie burns gave her life pictures

memories for everybody's eye

checkered roads round mississippi

making moves turned to chess in the chii

raised by a mannish boy

watched him testify in hi-fi

shaping ears all over in a time that he knew would soon pass by

muddy waters fed the roots

now everybody reap the fruits

muddy waters fed them roots

now everybody got some juice

so

seen her work from nine to unconscious

steady tryna figure it out

critics and holy rollers they named it all nonsense

they didn't want that shit in they house

glass half full

waters emptied out content

could make a mic remember her name

soul on the floor

every night this was promised

these melodies that put an end to the pain

backed by a band of brothers

expanding colors

try and imagine new land discovered

that's nawlins

mizzou

south philly

that's b-more

harlem in nyc

that's where they skit-skat

melodic rap

over the 7th and 11th

can't call that crap

godmother showed up and she showed out

till a rose filled up it's pot and broke out grown

what's up

what's in what's out

ms. waters gonna figure it out

what's sin

what's love

what's doubt

ms. waters gonna figure it out

she gonna figure it out

she gonna figure it out

she gonna figure it out

she gonna figure it out