• Artist: Jefferson Thomas
  • Title: Calling Rufus
  • Genre: Rock - Pop Rock, Pop - Pop Rock
  • Mood: Laid Back/Groovy
  • Speed: Very Fast (160 +)
  • Instruments: Real Drums/Drum Kit, Electric Guitar (Clean, Overdriven), Bass
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 10/6/2011
  • Lyric themes: Storytelling, Reminiscing, Rebellious, Music/Art
  • Lyrics: The police made their midnight rounds To clear out the riff raff and shut us down But as soon as The Man was around the bend Rufus and me, we’d fire it up again He was a brother from Harlem with a saxophone He sure could make that mother moan Lay down the blues, so thick and fat I thought I was a pretty cool cat But my six strings could never bleed like that And we’re calling Rufus Have you seen my brother Rufus? Now the big, bad city comes alive And the beautiful people shuck and jive They hit the streets at the break of day Just a cracker brigade on the great white way But they all stand still to hear the black man play And we’re calling Rufus Have you seen my brother Rufus? Where the hell is Rufus? I got a hell of a groove, but I can’t find Rufus Rufus let ‘em know what time it is I’m lookin’ for mine, and I hope he gets his Livin’ is good when you don’t stay long Rufus was good for just one more song Now that was a long time ago I’d give a hundred dollars just to know Does he still blow it loud and long and mean? Does he make more money than I’ve ever seen? Or did he just bow down to the Big Machine? And we’re calling Rufus Have you seen my brother Rufus? Where the hell is Rufus? I got a hell of a groove, but I can’t find Rufus
  • Keywords: rock, Bass, Guitar
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