Blues Man's Road

Then the old boy howling on his guitar alone
I was born to the rhythm
The streets
Taught me everything I know
�Bout the way it used to be
We all knew that blues man�s road

That�s why they call this thing rock and roll

Got the blast from the big boss man
Raised on volume
Ain�t nothing meaner
With our tail drags dragging Mojo�s working
Then the old man howling on his guitar alone

A steel string box
The story �bout the blue man�s road

Telling the story �bout the blue man�s road
Telling the story �bout the blue man�s road
That�s why they call this damn thing rock and roll
He taught me everything that I�ve ever known
We were white city slip kids playing in
Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter
Dreaming of the place I�d found
We all knew that blues man�s road
When the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Wired to a different sound
The songs of the black man�s band
Everybody knew Lucille
Well he taught me everything I know
Ain�t nothing meaner
From the Delta to the chain gang

Was every blues man�s women
Yea we all knew that blues man�s road
Plain damn reckless till three in the morning