She's Alright
BB King & Muddy Waters Lyrics
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Gone to the army
I was gone, ver' long time
Well, when I come back home, my baby
Still says she's mine
She still says she's mine
She still says she's mine
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
Well, I give 'er
Give her all a-my money
Tell me what more, can I do?
Well now, I really don't
Wanna b'lieve she gon'
She's gon' give it to you
She gon give it to you
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
Well, I went
Went to the church house
And I kneeled on my knees to pray
I got to thinkin' about that girl
She drove my
She drove my spirit away
She drove my spirit away
She drove my spirit away
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
Well, I could-a
Could-a had religion
Well, this bad old same day
Tell now, whiskey an' women won't now
Let the ol' poorboy pray
Let the poorboy pray
Let the poorboy pray
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
In BB King & Muddy Waters's song "She's Alright," the singer tells the story of his return from the army and finding his woman still faithful, insisting she's still his. He gives her all of his money and wonders what more he can do, as he's become concerned she might cheat on him. He goes to church to pray but finds himself distracted by thoughts of his woman, driving his spirit away. The song ultimately portrays a man deeply in love with his woman, but plagued by doubts and fears.
The song showcases blues sound similar to Muddy Waters's earlier works, utilizing a straightforward 12-bar blues structure. King and Waters provide some of the most well-known guitar solos and riffs in the song, further emphasizing the classic blues sound. The lyrics of the song are simple but effective in their storytelling, emphasizing the timeless themes of love, loss, faith, and temptation.
Line by Line Meaning
Well, I was gone
I left to join the army
Gone to the army
I joined the military
I was gone, ver' long time
I was gone for a very long time
Well, when I come back home, my baby
When I returned home, my girl
Still says she's mine
Still claimed to be with me
She still says she's mine
She's still mine, she says
She still says she's mine
She's still mine, she says
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
Well, I give 'er
I gave her money
Give her all a-my money
I gave her all my money
Tell me what more, can I do?
What else can I do?
Well now, I really don't
But I really don't
Wanna b'lieve she gon'
Want to believe she's not
She's gon' give it to you
She's going to cheat on you
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
Well, I went
I went to the church house
Went to the church house
I went to church
And I kneeled on my knees to pray
And I prayed on my knees
I got to thinkin' about that girl
But I couldn't stop thinking about her
She drove my
She caused me to lose
She drove my spirit away
She made me lose my faith
She drove my spirit away
She made me lose my faith
She drove my spirit away
She made me lose my faith
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
Well, I could-a
I could have
Could-a had religion
Found religion
Well, this bad old same day
On this bad day
Tell now, whiskey an' women won't now
Whiskey and women won't help now
Let the ol' poorboy pray
Let this poor boy pray
Let the poorboy pray
Let this poor boy pray
Let the poorboy pray
Let this poor boy pray
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
She's alright, she's alright
She's doing fine
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Written by: ELLAS MCDANIEL
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RaVen DaWn
Been here yet more so quietly, my energy being spread the voices in my dread, I laugh and rise like sun into the skies, as with these plugged in blues I have no want of easy ways or alibis, besides, it musta been somebody else, I wasn't myself. Love ya' bro, and been hitting to subscribe, one of my many tech issues trying to get the YT to fix. Seems the hammer and duct tape isn't tech savvv after all. I sold about 2,000 vinyl, ouch! Kept only a few, among them two, ELECTRIC MUD, one with that white cover, one with black and both with an inner sleeve, showing Morgan getting his pompador, (sp?) and what a good sport. Here he is grinding like his style, grinding away like the best of fuzz and hand made distortions, feedback, so much how it is played in their days, from Jimi to Buddy to Chester (psychedelic Spoonful, great too by Cream, yet that one shot plugged in, that one Howling on inside of me. I hope I haven't made you mad, as I have no guage to know these spaces now being all taken by governments and frankly all the governments could use some breath mints. Been at close range, yet they prefer a handshake for the camera lens, then a real long aim through the rifle scope, as if one less of me would be any less of hope. Please what ever you do, my favorite blues man here, Dimitris, keep this Smokestack Lighting striking on the line. You've no way to know what I have been doing for real. I sometimes over flow like a Mississippi River swell and that can seem severe, yet it is always the long odds and the worst places at the right time to see the faces, know the names, gets into my heart and soul and I do continue -as I say, it has become so deep I hesitate to post it though I am due to write it, too busy living it, so the verse is my code of life and spirit, no different than these famous blues and such the same as the ones whose brilliance never does seek a weigh, just enjoy the possession and play, though I run from pretty good, or better I am told, I can surely gigo also so very bold; only as is said, "bold as love" is in my head. Walking through the smoking ruins, bringing basics back to regions, so challenged -they actually want to know what I may advise. Me! The biggest flock up in the skies! I exist no longer alone in this, hah, I am part of the "murder" (family) of ravens, and perhaps we all are such the same in our differences. I find brilliance showing under every fedora, I was only 10 years old when Marvin Cohen gave me this album and Fathers and Sons as part of a test group, he edged up my age, due to my appreciation, Mr. Cohen wrote down my every expression. I had many LPs to listen and weigh in on. This one, I told him I had to keep. Years later I was asked to view a movie of 27, approximately, yet the best one we thought would never be so big, it was on a VHS without music or credits or any opening sequence yet, space between the edits, it was ET. No! Really! Mr. Cohen let me keep all 3, and to this day, that is why I still do have a VHS player, a turntable, and some Betamax to savor what may otherwise become lost. You are a treasure for posting these gems, I mean this sincerely with deep appreciation. Howl on. ~RaVen~
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what an album...ty dimitri mou