Testo Mr. Morganfield & Ms. Waters (A-Side)

Before rose reached full bloom Nourished in smoke filled rooms
Cherished in a juke jointwith a pocket size organ
Under full moon
Sea of black skin
Packed in still feeling free moving to
The blues
Mr. Morganfield was in a brand new field where he could pick the rules
Cotton filled days Hardened fingers
Chiseled out a stone voice singer
Father figure raising hell with her
In a sea of hooch and malt liquor
Ernie Burns gave her life pictures
Memories for everybody's eye
Checkered roads round Mississippi
Making moves turned to chess in the chii
Raised by a mannish boy
Watched him testify in hi-fi
Shaping ears all over in a time that he knew would soon pass by
Muddy waters fed the roots
Now everybody reap the fruits
Muddy waters fed them roots
Now everybody got some juice, so
Seen her work from nine to unconscious
Steady tryna figure it out
Critics and Holy Rollers they named it all nonsense
They didn't want that shit in they house
Glass half full
Waters emptied out content
Could make a mic remember her name
Soul on the floor
Every night
This was promised
These melodies that put an end to the pain
Backed by a band of brothers
Expanding colors
Try and imagine new land discovered
That's Nawlins
Mizzou
South Philly
That's B-More
Harlem in NYC
That's where they skit-skat
That melodic rap
Over the 7th and 11th
Can't call that crap
Godmother showed up and she showed out
Till a rose filled up it's pot
And broke out grown