In midnight hour, when the moon hangs low
There's a Howling Wolf, with a soul of woe
His blues so deep, they could break your heart
He sings of pain, tearin' his world apart

Oh, the Howling Wolf, hear his sorrowed cry
His voice cuts through, and it takes you high
His classic blue song, forever will endure
In those mournful notes, his truth is pure

He prowls the streets, with a lonesome growl
Searching for solace, in that midnight howl
His guitar strings weep, as he gathers the crowd
His wild spirit unleashed, in that bluesy shroud

Oh, the Howling Wolf, hear his sorrowed cry
His voice cuts through, and it takes you high
His classic blue song, forever will endure
In those mournful notes, his truth is pure

In every note he plays, a world unfolds
Tales of heartache, stories never told
He sings of darkness, with a voice of light
In his somber blues, we find our own fight

With every verse he howls, a soul takes flight
Blues lovers unite, under his spell, so right
His lyrics grip you, as his guitar wails
The Howling Wolf's music, never fails

Oh, the Howling Wolf, hear his sorrowed cry
His voice cuts through, and it takes you high
His classic blue song, forever will endure
In those mournful notes, his truth is pure

So let's groove and sway, to the Howling Wolf's call
His bluesy magic, takes us, one and all
In his style of blues, he forever reigns
The Howling Wolf's legacy remains