"To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em
It took him two days to get to Mobile
Who you're faithful to for life."
His father said, "You're a fool"
Well the kid walked up as the blind man finished

The kid nods his head with a great big grin and says
He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case
Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em
"To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em
"I don't need no fool to get me where in the hell I'm bound"
Got to s
"When do we begin?"
Yes it's he who invented the blues
"I'm the kid you're gonna teach to play."
Paying his final years of dues
That's when the old man said
But the boy jumped on board a Greyhound bus
So it seemed like the metal had to melt
The old man laughed but the kid kept talking 'bout
And though it took two weeks to track the old man down
He was the last of the street corner singers
Like a heartbeat you'll always be with 'em
Got to start sweet like a slow blues rhythm
When you're married to the blues, boy
He never doubted that the rumor was real
But there the old man stood by the store front
It's like that fine old woman
This is how it's got to be "
And he was bending the steel of his guitar strings

Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em
Your guitar is your wife
And was bent to put his guitar away
The old man heard him and said, "Who are you?"
How he'd help him get around
The voice in his throat was like a bullfrog croak
"If You're staying with me
That's when the old man said
With his white cane hanging from his belt