Well I stood outside those prison gates
Guitar in hand I couldn't wait
To play some ole country blues
To the old boys down at the gypsy moon

With two dollars in my side
I grabbed my bag and went inside
Beer was flowing and the girls were hot
Plugged myself in and of I rocked

Chorus
This is the story of old Neds blues
Left old flotsam in broken shoes
Just me and my six string laying it down
Making a buck from town to town.

New the crowd they gasped at this old fool
One said you don't play by the rules
The devil taught you how to play
Well I hit a low note and smiled his way

Son I said don't you cry
This old guitar still has life
And with that thought I bent a note
The crowd all stopped beer in throat

Chorus
This is the story of old Neds blues
Left old flotsam in broken shoes
Just me and my six string laying it down
Making a buck from town to town

Now I ain't sayin I did good
But on that night the neighbourhood
Danced like little devils all right
To me and my guitar that night