B.B. King, Jeff Beck, Clapton, Collins and Buddy Guy

“Sweet Little Angel” and “Let The Good Times Roll” by B.B. King, Jeff Beck, Eric Clapton, Albert Collins & Buddy Guy, Live at Apollo Theater, 1993.

Real music and no auto-tune. Missing these types of musicians! Not only is it magnificent to watch all these masters together, but seeing them all have such a great time together is priceless, wow!

This is why we think nobody can pick just one greatest guitar player. There are just way too many styles. They’re all great guitarists.

Lyrics:
“Sweet Little Angel”
I’ve got a sweet little angel
I love the way she spread her wings
Yes got a sweet little angel
I love the way she spread her wings
Yes, when she spreads her wings around me
I get joy, and everything

You know I asked my baby for a nickel
And she gave me a $20 bill
Oh yes, I asked my baby for a nickel
And she gave me a $20 bill
Whoah, you know I ask her to buy a little drink of liquor
And she gave me a whiskey still

Oh, if my baby should quit me
I believe I would die
Oh if my baby should quit me
Lord I do believe I would die
Yes if you don’t love me little angel
Please tell me the reason why

Thank you
I hope you’ll rember that one
Thank you

Songwriters: King B B / Bihari Jules
Sweet Little Angel lyrics © Universal Music – Careers

“Let The Good Times Roll”

Hey, everybody, let’s have some fun
You only live but once
And when you’re dead you’re done

So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don’t care if you’re young or old
Get together, let the good times roll

Don’t sit there mumblin’, talkin’ trash
If you wanna have some fun
You gotta spend some cash

So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don’t care if you’re young or old
Go out and get together, let the good times roll

Don’t sit there mumblin’, talkin’ trash
If you wanna have a ball
You better spend some cash

So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Yeah, I don’t care if you’re young or old
Go out and get together, let the good times roll

Hey Mister Landlord, lock up all the doors
When the police comes around
Just tell them that the joint is closed

And let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don’t care if you’re young or old
Get up and get together and let the good times roll

Hey everybody, tell everybody
That B.B. and Bob is in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
And I’m just rarin’ theclown
But don’t let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I’m gonna keep

I don’t care if you’re young or old
Let’s get together and let the good times roll

Let them roll, let them roll
Let them roll, let them roll, let them roll, baby
Let them roll all night long, let them roll all night long, let them roll all night long
Let them roll all night long
Let them roll, let them roll
Let them roll, let them roll all night long
Let them, can I hear it one more time, everybody
Let them roll, let them roll all night long
Let them roll all night long, let them roll all night long
Oh shit
Oh shit