Menomonee Falls, Wisconsin: Record Research. Benson and Dale Pettite, but are now filed under Hawkins and Rick Darnell. King Together Again.Live (1976), and Live at San Quentin (1991). Live versions of the song were included on King's albums Live in Cook County Jail (1971), Bobby Bland and B.B. King's version of the song was also placed at number 183 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest songs of all time. King's recording earned him a Grammy Award for Best Male R&B Vocal Performance in 1970 and a Grammy Hall of Fame award in 1998. It reached number three in the Billboard Best Selling Soul Singles chart and number 15 in the broader Billboard Hot 100 chart. When BluesWay Records released 'The Thrill Is Gone' as a single in December 1969, it became one of the most successful of King's career and one of his signature songs.

The song's polished production and use of strings marked a departure from both the original song and King's previous material. King's version is a slow 12-bar blues notated in the key of B minor in 4/4 time. King recorded his version of 'The Thrill Is Gone' in June 1969 for his album Completely Well, released the same year.

His rendition helped make the song a blues standard. In 1970, 'The Thrill Is Gone' became a major hit for B.B. Hawkins's recording of the song reached number six in the Billboard R&B chart in 1951. ' The Thrill Is Gone' is a slow minor-key blues song written by West Coast blues musician Roy Hawkins and Rick Darnell in 1951. 'The Thrill Is Gone' (album version) on YouTube Like wind, my friend.Not to be confused with the 1931 jazz standard. Look at the posters that are on the wall. Sittin on the leather worn and torn, muddy boot prints cover up the floor. Ended up in some place far away, cowboy boots till don a switch blade.

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