Lyrics:

Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to lay  lay his body down
Tell Riley hes welcome to stay 
Mark my words, hes gonna be big someday

Im leavin Memphis  Ol Bookers got to go
Mister Melrose sent a telegram from Chicago
Thats the man makin records on me 
Wants to make some more 
Gonna sing my song til my throat gets sore

So, Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to lay  lay his pallet down
Tell Riley hes welcome to stay 
Mark my words, hes gonna be big someday

Foldn money an a fancy dress for your when I get back
Sho beats workin on Parchman Farm 
Thats a natural fact 
Lester Melrose, he fixed my parole
I thank him with my heart an soul
Im so glad to be a free man again

Tell Riley, Baby, next time he come to town
If he needs somewhere to lay  lay his pallet down
Tell Riley Uncle Booker said he could stay 
An mark my words  mark my words  mark my words
Hell B.B. King someday