No music, br not reggae, not punk and certainly not rap, br is more hip, more with it, br than the blues br And no blues musician br was more profound br than John Lee Hooker br Born long, long ago br way down in the state br of Mississippi br He grew up poor br on the Big Muddy br on the delta br amongst other poor negros br amongst poor white folks br amongst segregation, amongst racism br amongst hatred br But he and his guitar br would rise above br to play the rhythm br of an oppressed people br And brother, could he jam! br br He dug br Big Legs, Tight Skirts br He drank br One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer br He'd br Boom Boom, Greg Corso music br all night long br And as for his br guitar pickin', huh br He was the Hendrix of the blues br Ain't nobody better'n Johnny Lee! br The King of the Blues! br br And even though maybe br you can't hear it, br Somewhere, br Somewhere, br John Lee is still playin' that boogiebr br Paul the Lionbr br