Etta James: Matriarch of the Blues (1938 - 2012)

                                                                                

                        Aint no pity in the naked city,
                        This bitter earth, cold and gritty.
                        Somewhere down the line
                        I’ll dry my tears,
                        Come rain or come shine.

                        Gotta be a mean mother,
                        Gonna take it to the limit;
                        The blues is my business.
                        Come what may
                        I’ll fly away.                            

                       How strong is a woman?
                       The blues don’t care.
                       Gonna tell it like it is;
                       Got my mojo workin’
                       Oh happy day.                                                             

                       Hush hush,
                       Don’t worry ‘bout me.
                       Tears of joy at last.
                       What, I say
                       I’ll sail away.