The Death Of J.B. Lenoir

A car has killed a friend and Chicago's thousand miles away.
When I read the news, night came early in my day.

J.B. Lenoir is dead and it's hit me like a hammer blow,
I cry inside my heart that the world can't hear my man no more.

J.B. had a struggled playin' unappreciate blues in vain,
now the blues has lost a king and I've lost a friend that died in pain.