Big Bill Broonzy died The world went cold for awhile They laid him to rest in Illinois More than a man went in that soil Big Bill Broonzy played On his triple 0 28 She lost track of time and missed her train He took her in and kept her safe The finest stitch,the toughest knot Slowly comes undone But no one can change this strange kind of love Big Bill Broonzy cried He had to go back home stateside He put a lock of her hair in his guitar Wherever he'd go she'd be far Big Bill Broonzy missed his son He loved him liked he loved no one Ocean was deep, ocean was wide He'd get back to him, back in time The finest stitch The toughest knot Slowly comes undone But no one can change this strange kind of love