The blues spoke out loud, as the very first person, to me
Talkin' 'bout movin' on and leavin' your troubles behind
That's what the blues should feel like, like being set free
One day, a college educated black man, rather refined
Met a lean loose-jointed ***** vagrant, swingin' with motion
He was a sittin' over there, between the police and the railway station
When he first heard this gifted black musician, playing his guitar
But, he'd been pulling a knife across the strings, how bizarre
It was the weirdest sound, that he ever did hear.

Music was being played all down the south coast
Mainly for pleasure, but also for future profit, they'd all boast
But people were throwing coins, at the soles of this dudes feet
He said, it's played by all the blacks, but whiteys can't hear its tunes
Played all night and day, making some money, just enough to be able to eat
Some would even use a ***** ole wash bowl, along with some silver spoons

I wanted to learn me, how to pick that guitar, oh yes sir re, indeed
There was a sweet singer of the swamp lands, always high on green ****
Passing on by here, to put down a few tracks, all 'bout da blues
He'd never stay too long, 'cause he was wanted by the state
Word had it, he was from a town in Texas, named Fate
He was known as Lead Belly, who never paid his dues
Yep, he did become that infamous, murderous minstrel

You gotta take an eight bar phrase
Then simply, make it a twelve bar phrase
Now ya got ya selves, dat ole fashioned blues
You'd know a lot more about the blues, by meeting the people
Than you would, listening to it, from home or relying on the news
Or seated around a **** on the radio dial, like most lazy towns people
The uptight white cats from LA, didn't bother, to hear those sort of tones
Even after sitting, right beside the famous UK band, the Rolling Stones

In the meantime, mainstream USA sat up and twirled
As they smashed through their southern racial barrier
So everyone could be happier, they'd forget about their interior
The British had heard it, full steam ahead, they then told the world
Letting y'all know, who these great blues music people, really are and were
Then, white America said, 'Well let me go see', what's making them purr

When it was all done and finalised
It was only then, that we realised
That it was so hip hop
For us to put the blues back on top
We had the big bop, then the 80s pop
Thru to ZZ Top, along with another MTV flop
Tearing it all up, leaving behind very few clues
Even though, they were just, as bad to the bone
Just as the original good ole blues
Should've always done.