Текст: B.B. King. Take It Home. A Story Everybody Knows.

Went to a party
The New York style
I met a lady
Make a sane man wild

She said the words
Only her lips could say
She made me want to
Throw my life away

But when I asked her
She said, "Maybe tomorrow, B.B."
And that's a story everybody knows

I took her flying
Out across the sea
I thought I had her
I know that she had me

And when we landed
It was Paris, France
Seemed like a nice place
For some French romance
I like it

But when I touched her
She said, "Maybe a little later, B.B."
And that's the story everybody knows

We went to Berlin
And to Stockholm too
And on the Moscow
Then to the Peking zoo

As far as travel
She couldn't get too much
Somewhere in Oakland
She let me have just a little touch

And then she said, "I'm late for my beauty appointment
I've got a headache and I think I'm coming out of flu"
And that's the story everybody knows