Frank "Son" Seals (August 13, 1942 – December 20, 2004) was an American electric blues guitarist and singer.
He was born in Osceola, Arkansas where his father, Jim "Son" Seals, owned a small juke joint. He began performing professionally by the age of 13, first as a drummer with Robert Nighthawk, and later as a guitarist. At age 16, he began to play at the T-99, a local upper echelon club, with Walter Jefferson, “Little Walter”, who was his brother in law. At the T-99, he played with many other musicians, such as Albert King, Rufus Thomas, Bobby Bland, Junior Parker, and Rosco Gordon. Their varying styles contributed to the development of Seals' own playing techniques. While playing at the T-99, he was also introduced to country-western music by Jimmy Grubbs, who would ask Seals to gig with his group every now and then on both drums and guitar. At 19 years old, he formed his own band to fill in at a local club in Osceola called the Rebel Club. Shortly thereafter, a man from Little Rock, Arkansas came to find “Little Walter” for a gig at his club, but when he turned it down the offer went to Seals. The band members were “Old man Horse” (Johnny Moore) on piano, Alvin Goodberry on either drums, guitar, bass, or piano, “Little Bob” (Robinson) on vocals, and Walter Lee “Skinny Dynamo” Harris on piano. The band’s name was “Son Seals and the Upsetters.”
I been out on the road a mighty long time
Couldn't wait to get back home and see that woman of mine
But when I finally got there, I found a letter instead
I picked it up and read it, and this is what it said-
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Well I hope that you understand,
I found another man, dear Son.
Tried to figure out where she went, I didn't have a clue
She not only took her coffee cup, but she took her coffee too
The only thing that she left behind were written by her pen
I picked up that old sad note, and read those words again-
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Well I hope that you understand,
I found another man, dear Son.
I thought that she was diff'rent, a little quiet, a little shy
'Til that day that she ran off and found another guy
I didn't know what I did to make her disappear
To leave my with this lousy note, crying in my beer-
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Well I hope you understand,
I found another man, dear Son.
Now if you ever see her, make sure you treat her right
Don't always be trying to link, make sure that you're home at night
And don't ever let her catch you with Sally, Betty or Sue
'Cause you'll end with with a note, a note addressed to you
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Dear Son, I'm sorry baby, I'm movin' on
Well I hope that you understand,