Robert Calvin "Bobby" Bland (January 27, 1930 – June 23, 2013), né Brooks, also known professionally as Bobby "Blue" Bland, was an American blues singer.
Bland developed a sound that mixed gospel with the blues and R&B. He was described as "among the great storytellers of blues and soul music... [who] created tempestuous arias of love, betrayal and resignation, set against roiling, dramatic orchestrations, and left the listener drained but awed." He was sometimes referred to as the "Lion of the Blues" and as the "Sinatra of the Blues"; his music was also influenced by Nat King Cole.
Bland was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame in 1981, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1992, the Memphis Music Hall of Fame in 2012, and received the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 1997. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame described him as "second in stature only to B.B. King as a product of Memphis's Beale Street blues scene".
Bland was born Robert Calvin Brooks in the small town of Barretville, Tennessee. His father was I. J. Brooks, who abandoned the family not long after Robert's birth. Robert later acquired the name "Bland" from his stepfather, Leroy Bridgeforth, who was also called Leroy Bland. Bobby Bland never went to school, and remained illiterate throughout his life.
Bobby Bland and B. B. King Together Again...Live is a live album recorded in 1976 at the Coconut Grove in Los Angeles, California by Bobby Bland and B. B. King.
...hayeahhhh...
A red black beetle crawls over my feet
It's little steps tickle
It gives me the creeps
I wash my hands and I wash my face
A fresh summer breeze catches my hair and I say
...hayeahhhh...
...hayeahhhh...
Went long the river it was a red night
My teddy fell asleep
Closed his black button eyes
It was a red night when I walked on my own
When my teddy awoke there's one thing I knew - cause we're
Chorus:
Together again
Yeah forever together
Your heart is my home
Together again
Yeah forever together
Your heart is my home
The golden field, the sense of red nights
There's something lost
Cause we've forgotten to fight
The field is broken but the dream will survive
Plant a new appletree
Sisters of night
Chorus
...hayeahhhh...
A red black beetle crawls over my feet
It's little steps tickle
It gives me the creeps
I wash my hands and I wash my face
A fresh summer breeze catches my hair and I say
...hayeahhhh...
Your heart is my home
...hayeahhhh...
Your heart is my home
Chorus
...hayeahhhh...
Your heart is my home
...hayeahhhh...
Your heart is my home