[0:03]I've been here about this one particular young man all day. Supposed to be a bad blues man.
[0:14]Preacher boy, where you at? Come on here, man.
[0:25]My little cousin, y'all, watch this.
[0:32]Oh, oh, oh, oh, hold, hold on. Tell me who you are. Where are you from?
[0:41]I'm Shamy Moore.
[0:45]I'm a sharecropper from Sunflower Plantation.
[0:52]They call me Preacher boy, count of my daddy being the pastor. I wrote this song for him.
[1:04]Something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. It might hurt you. Hope you don't lose your mind. I was just a boy, about eight years old. He threw me a Bible on that Mississippi road. See, I love you, Papa, you did all you could do. They say the truth hurts, so I lied to you. Yes, I lied to you. I love the blues.
[1:43]Ya'll move your feet now, move now.
[1:57]Somebody take me in your arms tonight. Somebody take me in your arms tonight. Somebody take me in your arms tonight. Blues wasn't forced on us like that religion, my son. We brought this with us from home. It's magic what we do. It's sacred. It's magic.
[2:40]There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death. Conjuring spirits from the past and the future.
[3:04]Somebody take me in your arms tonight.
[3:13]Somebody take me in your arms tonight.
[3:28]No shade, no shade, no shade. Preacher boy, Preacher boy, shampoo, shampoo.
[3:36]I do, I do, I do.
[4:06]I love the blues. I love the blues. I love you.
[4:47]I love you. I love you. Somebody take me in your arms tonight.
