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An old song I wrote about my Sax Player who recently passed away. I hope to finsh it and have saxaphone in it some day. Wish I would have recorded it when we played it together years ago.
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A seasoned singer/songwriter performing originals, bluegrass, country and rock with a blue gospel flavor.
My name is Letha. Music lover, singer, musician and aspiring songwriter. It’s been my dream to someday become a “real songwriter. Can’t stop dreaming can you? Thanks for stopping in
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Blues • Blues Rock
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#1,479 in subgenre Peak #22
Charts
Peak #52
Author
Letha Allen
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Letha Allen
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January 02, 2022
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:39
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Under the Detroit Bridge (C)2008 Letha Allen Under the Detroit Bridge That's where he lay his head Under the Detroit Bridge Before he went to bed Chorus: He'd play his saxaphone that's all he could call his own He really could play the blues Cause he knew what it meant to lose Now he'd done without some food When the offerings were low His case would turn up empty When he packed up to go So he'd dig up a bottle or two Someone had thrown away A cup of coffee would do Until his money was made He'd play his saxaphone that's all he could call his own He really could play the blues Cause he knew what it meant to lose Had holes in both his shoes He'd walked a long hard road But he'd never begged nor stole They'd pay to hear his saxaphone He knew what it was to live With no place to call his own The only thing he'd ever loved Was a blowing his saxaphone Under the Detroit Bridge That's where he lay his head Under the Detroit Bridge Before he went to bed Chorus: He'd play his saxaphone that's all he could call his own He really could play the blues Cause he knew what it meant to lose He really could play the blues
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