They Called Him Junior

They used to call him Junior,
But Robert Lockwood was his name.
Makin' music was his business,
But playin' guitar was his game.

Said, he was born in Turkey Scratch, Arkansas,
Way back in 1915,
His mama loved a man, made records,
The best he'd ever seen.

He was a King Biscuit Boy with Sonny Boy,
And a Beal Streeter with B.B. King.
Cut some 78s, with Dr. Clayton,
Picked a guitar but didn't sing.

Followed the muddy old river,
Up to Memphis and old St. Lou,
Rode the blinds up to the Windy City,
To do what he has to do.

RL hopped a Greyhound to Forrest City,
Raised his family and his big band,
From there he sailed across the water,
To entertain all his fans.