Joe's Howlin' Performance

Underneath the spotlight, the crowd’s feelin’ fine, Joe’s strummin’ his guitar, playin’ blues so divine. But the moon’s risin’ higher, casting shadows so bold, With a growl in his throat, feel the magic unfold. Oh, it’s a full moon night, hear the howlin’ sound, Joe Bonamassa’s a werewolf, rockin’ this town. With the passion in his fingers and the fire in his soul, He’s howlin’ at the moon, lettin’ the I'm blues take control. With every note he plays, the crowd starts to sway, But the beast inside him’s comin’ out to play. Fur starts to shimmer, eyes glowin’ bright, As he pours out his heart, under the pale moonlight. Oh, it’s a full moon night, hear the howlin’ sound, Joe Bonamassa’s a werewolf, rockin’ this town. With the passion in his fingers and the fire in his soul, He’s howlin’ at the moon, lettin’ the blues take control. The guitar wails like a wolf on the prowl, The rhythm takes over, hear the crowd go wild. In that moment of magic, time stands still, With a howl and a riff, he’s bendin’ our will. As the night wears on, the energy ignites, In the heart of the chaos, he’s reachin’ new heights. With the moon as his witness, he’ll never hold back, Joe’s a werewolf tonight, and he’s on the right trac Oh, it’s a full moon night, hear the howlin’ sound, Joe Bonamassa’s a werewolf, rockin’ this town. With the passion in his fingers and the fire in his soul, He’s howlin’ at the moon, lettin’ the blues take control. So here’s to the night and the magic we find, When Joe takes the stage, leave the worries behind. With the blues and the howlin’, we’ll dance ‘til we drop, In the heart of the concert, the beat will never stop.