When My Sister Sings The Blues

[Verse 1: Spoken]
When my sister sings the blues, she sings with such sweet passion
Always feeling the rhythm and never missing a beat
Singing songs with all her heart
Hell, makes me want to cry
When my sister sings the blues, she moves her hips
Swaying to the beat, snapping her fingers and stomping her feet
Then, the crowd joins in; everybody's feeling her song
When my sister sings the blues, she sings like Bessie Smith or Sippie Wallace
Feeling their hurt, yeah, their pain
She sings and lets out notes that make you wanna jump and shout, yeah
And, then she closes her eyes and it's like she goes to another time or another place all the while never missing a beat
When my sister sings the blues the crowd follows like she's some sort of pied piper, following wherever the music takes her
Singing fast or slow, she always puts on a show
You know, my sister sure can sing the blues