Jan 2016
The Street is pretty empty
Just the locals out tonight
It's New Year's Eve and chilly
Seems this time, that all is right
No drunken revelers on the Street
All the buildings are shut tight
Except the bar and Gianni's place
On the Street, that's just alright
The Blues Man sits out back right now
And he's looking at the moon
No fireworks, or crystal *****
Say the New Year's coming soon
He coughs a bit, a little harsh
Grabs his medcin, and guitar
then he gently starts to playing
Looking at a single star
There's a few folks in Giannis
Watching the ball drop on tv
The bar is full of locals
Where the New Year's shots are free
But out back of Gianni's
The Blues Man sits in peace
Singing gently to the midnight sky
Sitting besides the drums of grease
This year he found his daughter
Memories of years gone by
And he sings tales of their meeting
To the chilly, midnight sky
His daughter is his lodestone
She keeps him grounded, always did
No matter where he ventured
He always loved his missing kid
She's drinking at the bar now
While The Blues Man sits out back
Singing tunes in Winter Darkness
He lets us in...but just a crack
The door behind Gianni's
Is open, just a bit
It's open for the Blues Man
To go get warm and sit
But, for now, he sits here playing
As the New Year ventures in
He sings songs about redemption
And he drinks his medcin
An hour in and locals
Leave Gianni's and the bar
They venture to the alley
Where he's playing to that star
They join him in silence
Hear his prayer for the year new
They are swept up in his magic
And let him do what he must do
He smiles and keeps on singing
Fills the night air with his voice
For no matter how his life is
He only had one choice
He's the Blues Man, always will be
He's the teller of the tales
He sings songs out in the alley
He's the wind in the Street's sails
He finishes his last song
His daughter standing, smiling wide
She gives him a kiss upon his forehead
And she ushers him aside
He'll wake up again tomorrow
In the alley, cold but free
That's the life of The Street Blues Man
And that's the way ...that it should be.
Just the locals out tonight
It's New Year's Eve and chilly
Seems this time, that all is right
No drunken revelers on the Street
All the buildings are shut tight
Except the bar and Gianni's place
On the Street, that's just alright
The Blues Man sits out back right now
And he's looking at the moon
No fireworks, or crystal *****
Say the New Year's coming soon
He coughs a bit, a little harsh
Grabs his medcin, and guitar
then he gently starts to playing
Looking at a single star
There's a few folks in Giannis
Watching the ball drop on tv
The bar is full of locals
Where the New Year's shots are free
But out back of Gianni's
The Blues Man sits in peace
Singing gently to the midnight sky
Sitting besides the drums of grease
This year he found his daughter
Memories of years gone by
And he sings tales of their meeting
To the chilly, midnight sky
His daughter is his lodestone
She keeps him grounded, always did
No matter where he ventured
He always loved his missing kid
She's drinking at the bar now
While The Blues Man sits out back
Singing tunes in Winter Darkness
He lets us in...but just a crack
The door behind Gianni's
Is open, just a bit
It's open for the Blues Man
To go get warm and sit
But, for now, he sits here playing
As the New Year ventures in
He sings songs about redemption
And he drinks his medcin
An hour in and locals
Leave Gianni's and the bar
They venture to the alley
Where he's playing to that star
They join him in silence
Hear his prayer for the year new
They are swept up in his magic
And let him do what he must do
He smiles and keeps on singing
Fills the night air with his voice
For no matter how his life is
He only had one choice
He's the Blues Man, always will be
He's the teller of the tales
He sings songs out in the alley
He's the wind in the Street's sails
He finishes his last song
His daughter standing, smiling wide
She gives him a kiss upon his forehead
And she ushers him aside
He'll wake up again tomorrow
In the alley, cold but free
That's the life of The Street Blues Man
And that's the way ...that it should be.
