Birds Of A Feather

Hey, here we are, birds of a feather
Whole bunch of blues lovers gathered together
Fixin’ to get loose, have a good time
Like Brother Charlie says, “I ain’t lyin’”
So clap, stomp, holler and yell
We’re all friends here, so what the hell?

Birds of a feather

I feel the spirit movin’ all through the hall
Looks like everybody’s havin’ a ball
Does my heart good to see folks enjoy the show
So buckle up people, away we go!

Yeah, you can listen to any kind of music you choose
But man, it’s pretty hard to beat the blues
Me and Bob are playing just as good as we can
And here come Charlie, he’s a dangerous man