“Tomorrow night, will you remember what you said tonight, “ B.B. sings, his voice smouldering like a half finished cigarette. “Tomorrow night, will all the thrill be gone. “
It`s Last Call in the cabaret in my head.
A fat greasy B-movie sax slithers onto the bridge with a carnal come-on and B.B`s guitar stings like a bee.
Add a bump and grind piano and that old sweaty feeling of `use it or lose it` desperation comes seeping into my brain like some half forgotten dream.
Hey, waitress, one more and make it a double.
“Tomorrow Night” is from B.B. King’s ONE KIND FAVOR (Produced by T-Bone Burnett)
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