Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Got the blast from the big boss man
The streets
When the sugar tastes a little sweeter
Then the old boy howling on his guitar alone

We were white city slip kids playing in

We all knew that blues man’s road

Taught me everything I know
Was every blues man’s women
Yea we all knew that blues man’s road
Telling the story ‘bout the blue man’s road
That’s why they call this thing rock and roll
With our tail drags dragging Mojo’s working
Ain’t nothing meaner

The story ‘bout the blue man’s road
Everybody knew Lucille
Ain’t nothing meaner
He taught me everything that I’ve ever known
Dreaming of the place I’d found
That’s why they call this damn thing rock and roll
Telling the story ‘bout the blue man’s road
‘Bout the way it used to be
Wired to a different sound

From the Delta to the chain gang
The songs of the black man’s band

Raised on volume
That’s why they call this damn thing rock and roll
I was born to the rhythm
Then the old man howling on his guitar alone

Plain damn reckless till three in the morning
Well he taught me everything I know
A steel string box
We all knew that blues man’s road