Cold Feet - Albert King

They keep raisin' sand about playing this chord

He ain’t hitting the B flat right

I’m a make a hit

If it’s the last thing I do

And I done come home to you

And you done put your cold feet on me

Get warm your feet, woman

Hanging around the studio

For three days in a row now

Thinking nobody get a hit out of here

But Sam and Dave

Rufus Thomas or Carla Thomas

Or Eddie Floyd

They ain’t the only ones

Who know how to play the blues

I can play the blues myself

I’m gonna give every disc jockey

The blues across the country

If he don’t dig this

He got a hole in his soul

Yeah, well

Hey, ooh wee

If you hear a little fuss

It ain’t nobody but us