Stones Throw From Hell

"Stones Throw From Hell"

I'm movin' out Chicago
to a place that few know well
down the road from Corn Springs
a "Stones Throw From Hell"
I'm movin' out Chicago
get that hell hound off my tail
down the road from Corn Springs
a "Stones Throw From Hell"

Well go ahead on with your bad self guitar player
Yeah
Mr. Cliff Houck
Man that was great brother

Won't have no runnin' water
no tree to make the shade
I'll kick back in that desert
it's my Blues I wanna play
I'm movin' out Chicago
to a place that a few know well
down the road from Corn Springs
a "Stones Throw From Hell"

Now go ahead again Cliff
Oh Yeah
Ain't he great

Ya' want to write me a letter
better write it on a kite
won't have no friggen mailbox
won't have no reading lights
I'm movin' out Chicago
windy city gots me down
movin' out Chicago
Gotta lose that hell hound

Ok get it on now brother
here we go

Won't have no runnin' water
no tree to make the shade
I'll kick back in that desert
it's my Blues I wanna play
I'm movin' out Chicago
to a place that few know well
I'm movin out Chicago
got that hell hound on my tail

Damnit Cliff
That was great

I'm gonna take my dobro
my Sirius satellite radio
right or wrong I'll play along
to the Blues of Pat St.John
I'm movin' out Chicago
windy city gots me down
gotta move out Chicago
gotta lose that hell hound

Tear it up Cliff
Ain't he great
Mr. Cliff Houck
Ok boys
Here we go
Last time

I'm movin' out Chicago
to a place that few know well
down the road from Corn Springs
a "Stones Throw From Hell"
I'm movin' out Chicago
get that hell hound up off my tail
down the road from Corn Springs
a "Stones Throw From Hell"

Naw naw naw naw naw naw

Whew!


Written by: Doc "Mistabluesman" Quinn - 2002