I hope to see B.B. King
I hope he's got a stage that's all his own
I hope to walk down golden streets
Golden streets that lead me to his stage
...
When the ghost of a fallen hero comes
When the bagpipes play the sweet sound
The hero paid in blood
Honor and bravery
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B.B King Poem By Jaymz Whyte
I hope to see B.B. King
I hope he's got a stage that's all his own
I hope to walk down golden streets
Golden streets that lead me to his stage
Maybe he will sing to me for 100 years
The man with the beautiful voice
A beautiful voice with a choir of angels
Angels and Lucille for eternity
In gods light he shines
He shines just for me
BB King you bring tears to my eyes
B.B. King you are a Beautiful man a beautiful soul
Your voice is golden
Lucille is true and I will always love you
until the end of time
B.B. I never liked to sing
I never liked to sing and move
Your soul reaches out and touches mine
You make my soul sing
Your soul makes me sing
It make's me sing and move