"The Woman I Love" — a direct identification. The blues man's definitive romantic subject.
Well, it feels alright, 'n' ev'rything is really ok
Well, it feels alright, 'n' ev'rything is really ok
Well, and the love of my baby, whoo, make me feel this way
Well, she got great big legs, whoo, and the cutest little feet
Yeah, she got great big legs, man, and the cutest little feet
Hey, she upsets ev'rybody, ev'ry man she meet
Alright!
Look out, well, help me, somebody
I love ya baby, oh, sweet like heaven up above
Well, I pray to the Lord, you're the only one I love
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- A B.B. King recording. The simple identification — the woman I love, no further description needed — is the blues at its most economical and most absolute.