The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn.
It was his second year of medical school.
He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case,
His father said, "You're a fool".
But the boy jumped on board a Greyhound bus,
It took him two days to get to Mobile,
And though it took two weeks to track the old man down, He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
And he was bending the steel of his guitar strings
So it seemed like the metal had to melt.
He was the last of the street corner singers
Paying his final years of dues
The voice in his throat was like a bullfrog croak
Yes it's he who invented the blues.
"To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em
Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em
Got to start sweet like a slow blues rhythm
Like a heartbeat you'll always be with 'em
When you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
Well the kid walked up as the blind man finished
And was bent to put his guitar away.
The old man heard him and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm the kid you're gonna teach to play."
The old man laughed but the kid kept talking 'bout
How he'd help him get around
That's when the old man said,
"I don't need no fool to get me where in the hell I'm bound"
The kid nods his head with a great big grin and says,
"When do we begin?"
That's when the old man said, "If You're staying with me This is how it's got to be..."
"To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em
Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em
Got to start sweet like a slow blues rhythm
Like a heartbeat you'll always be with 'em
When you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
"You know I ain't no guru, I'm just a blind black preacher man.
My guitar is my gospel, boy, And I preach with my picking hand.
I ain't gonna be your wet nurse, Or black father to an albino son."
"That's O.K.," the kid up and say, "I just wanna pick like a son of a gun!"
"Whoa, boy, that ain't no damn typewriter you're playing, now.
You've got to caress it like a woman, slow and easy"
"Like this, old man?"
"No! A fool plays the blues like Machine Gun Kelly,
Five hundred notes to the bar,
And if you're going to stick with me
You've got to learn what the blues really are
You learn to pick with me and you can stick with me
But it's time to blow this town.
We gots a gig to preach in a gaming house
We're Alabama bound"
So the kid took the hand of the old blues man
To lead him all around the south
Now it's the old man's turn to make the white boy learn "You don't play guitar with your mouth"
To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em
Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em.
Got to start sweet like a slow blues rhythm
Like a heartbeat you'll always be with 'em.
When you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life.
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This is insanely catchy. <3 Makes me want a repeat button!
x0CriminalMind0x 1 month ago
Great Chapin song!
Thanks
TOKAMEEL 2 years ago
i like it
linlinlindinha 2 years ago