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Tinsley Ellis (born June 4, 1957) is an American blues and rock musician, who grew up in southern Florida.
His love for electric blues grew by listening to British Invasion bands such as the Yardbirds, the Animals, Cream, and the Rolling Stones. Inspired by a live appearance by B.B. King, he was determined to become a blues guitarist. In 1975, he played with the Haygood Band while attending Emory near Atlanta. Two years later, already an accomplished musician, he returned to Atlanta and joined his first professional blues band, the Alley Cats, a group that included Preston Hubbard of the Fabulous Thunderbirds Ellis graduated from Emory University in 1979 with a degree in history. In 1981 he formed the Heartfixers, with the singer and harmonica player Chicago Bob Nelson. The group recorded three albums for the small Landslide record label, one with the singer, Nappy Brown before breaking up in 1988. In 1988 Ellis signed a recording contract with Chicago's Alligator Records. According to Billboard, "nobody has released more consistently excellent blues albums than Atlanta's Tinsley Ellis. He sings like a man possessed and wields a mean lead guitar."
I got a traveling bones, On the day I was born.
I left my only home, To find what I’m looking for.
They say the world must be round, So I sailed the seven seas.
But searching for a brand new world, Is getting the best of me.
(Chorus) I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
I worked twenty-five years, On that assembly line.
Until they finally made that gear, Took away that job of mine.
Now I’m out here on this corner, I got holes in both my shoes.
I got no where to turn, I’ve got nothing to lose.
Except these blues.
(CHORUS)
(GUITAR SOLO)
I been on this boulevard, Since nineteen sixty-nine.
My finding work was so hard. Thought about stepping over the line.
Now I know someday my ticket, My ticket number’s got to win.
Now a cold, cold wind is blowing, Down the back of my coat again.
It’s such a sin.
(CHORUS)
(GUITAR SOLO w/refrain.)
I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime.