B.B. King - Three O'clock In The Morning Lyrics
Thank you so much, we thank you.Thank you ladies and gentlemen.Right here were going all back to the begun.All we go to the very beginnin,Before we made this and very few people knew about, b.b. king.We go all back this time.You remind and go back one time, do you?Sometimes you feel good go back and start all over again.Oh boy!You show so good to me, I will tell thatThat you areNow here it is, three oclock in the morning,Oh cant even close my eyes.Oh yes.Its three oclock in the morning baby,Oh, I cant even close my eyes.Well, you know I cant find my baby,Keep on lookin be satisfied.Ive looked around me, people,Hey, and my baby she knows she cant be found.Looked all around me, people,Oh, my baby, she cant be found.Well, you know if I dont find my baby,People, Im going down to the golden ground.Thats where the fellows hang out down there,They shoot pool, you know.Goodbye, everybody,Oh, I do believe this is the end,Oh, oh, goodbye everybody,Oh I do believe that this is the end.Oh I want you to tell my baby,Oh, to forgive me for my sins.A guy feels lonely then, when you hear something like thatYou cant do whatever you wanna do.Because your mind is on the person you know.You figure something youve doneYou dont know what it is because she wont tell youBut every time you look at her, she just starts to crying and wont say nothing.Then you say to yourselfIts my own fault, baby,Treat me the way you wanna do,Oh, yes, my own fault, baby,Treat me the way you wanna do.Because when you would love me, baby,Oh, a good time looked down,That wouldnt be true.I go up on my feet and I had a lot of friends,Now bad luck has hit me people,And now Im down again.Oh, I wonder why?Why does everything have to happen to me?Im blue and Im lonesome, people,My heart is filled with misery.Once I had a lotta money,They say the greatest man untilBut bad luck has hit me now,Pain has got me down.Yes, I wonder why, peopleWhy does everything have to happen to me?I say Im blue and Im lonesome, people,My heart is filled with misery.
