Jimi Hendrix - Room 430 by 'Les Pauls (The Pauls) from our new and 21st album The Chelsea Hotel#1 at https://www.paullyrics.com/album/the-chelsea-hotel

Room 430 Born in Seattle After the start of World War Two They caught you stealing cars And gave the choice to you Prison or the army Which do you prefer? Johnny Allen Hendrix Said Ill take the army anytime over Stir JAH became a soldier Who would play all the day But he decided he would soon leave When they tried to take his guitar away He was African, Irish and Cherokee Yeah, you were mixed race, just like me And all those jokers, kings, queens and clowns Just couldnt manage to knock him down Were you found in the reeds by the river of love Tangled up in weeds Sent to us from above? In 65 he stayed at The Chelsea In Room four thirty He must have seen 5th floor Mary Must have been far out and scary He played in Little Richards band He could play with his teeth or with one hand Everyone knew from where he came Hed soon go and change his name In 66 Johnny became Jimi And was on the road again He did look mighty skinny And his medication wasnt for pain Hed come on stage And plug into space He played through the haze And took us to another time and place He climbed castles made of sand As they crumbled underfoot If shed just take hold of your hand And stopped reading from that old book In your room full of mirrors There was no escape From the reflections of sinners Each with the same face Were you found in the reeds by the river of love Tangled up in weeds Sent to us from above? You played Monterey and everyone knew No one could play that guitar like you From way far beyond the wellspring of life Those notes hit my soul like a razor sharp knife In London Town you partied and red wine you drank You were exhausted and had nothing left in your tank All the women youd known went through your head You took some pills and by next day you were dead Did you go by yourself, were you alone? You had a large life policy, it was well known You went in your sleep and never awoke The doctor wrote On his vomit he choked You joined the exclusive Club 27 For all those stars at 27 that went to heaven Brian, Janis, Jim and later Amy and Kurt, Remembering them all and more still hurts They just sold his Chelsea Hotel room door Although Dylans went for more And they sent Jimis songs to the moon For Aliens to rock to his tunes Jimi, why did you have to leave You left us alone to grieve Tell me Jimi, why did you have to leave You left us alone to grieve In 65 he stayed at The Chelsea In Room four thirty He must have seen 5th floor Mary Must have been far out and scary He played in Little Richards band He could play with his teeth or with one hand Everyone knew from where he came Hed soon go and change his name In 66 Johnny became Jimi And was on the road again He did look mighty skinny And his medication wasnt for pain Hed come on stage And plug into space He played through the haze And took us to another time and place He climbed castles made of sand As they crumbled underfoot