---------------------------- Lyrics by : Kathlene Rushing © 2025 Kathlene Rushing All rights reserved. ---------------------------- (Traditional Blues Style – slow and soulful) [Verse 1] Woke up this mornin’ Sun peekin’ through the blinds Yeah I woke up this mornin’ Sun peekin’ through the blinds Robert Hill hangin’ up the headphones After fifty years of time [Verse 2] He been spinnin’ them records That made our hearts stand still Yes, spinnin’ them soul tracks With a voice that gave us chills Now he’s tradin’ in that studio For a pen and the Blues he feel [Verse 3] From the West Indies to the Delta He know where the roots run deep From the West Indies to the Delta He know where the spirits speak Now he’s writin’ down that journey So the world won’t fall asleep [Verse 4] Played gospel in the mornin’ Talked truth in the afternoon Played gospel in the mornin’ Talked truth in the heat of June Forty voices every week Speakin’ truth to every tune [Verse 5] Presidents came to find him Sat down where the people trust Oh the presidents came to find him ‘Cause his airwaves were just Not loud, not flashy — Just real, and honest, and just [Verse 6 – Closing] So thank you, Mr. Hill You gave this town a song Yes, thank you, Robert Hill You kept the soul strong Now the mic may be silent But your Blues play on and on Pensacola knows. America knows. The Blues knows. This ain’t goodbye. This is just the last broadcast… from the man who never needed a spotlight to shine.
