Lyrics:

Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way
Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids
When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day
Work on Elijah, work on

Poor Elijah, born the son of a slave
Poor Elijah, he was damn near blind when he died last week
From working in the sun for the man like a dog all day
Work on Elijah, work on

Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah
Poor Elijah

Tribute to Johnson

I'm going to sing you a song, listen to me
I said it's all about a man
Nobody, I said nobody hardly knows him
Say it with me: nobody hardly knows him
Say it one more time: nobody hardly knows him

Good morning Robert Johnson son
You built your life before your song was sung
People agree and now you're number one
So sad to think we had to wait so long

It keeps on getting better every day
And maybe someday soon, people will say
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people
Ain't nobody here but good people

No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here
No, nobody here

Just drinking your wine and then loving in slow motion