Blind Willie Johnson strums six strings a day
He drinks with the woman who taught him to play
He spells out his secrets in the songs that he sings
And breathes his life onto six rusty strings
Blind Willie Johnson brings home the blues
Blind Willie Johnson will wail the blues to you

The brothel he grew up in is tearing down the walls
He's got so many memories of those smokey halls
His mama could be there or she could be dead
He's got no pictures, just anecdotes instead
Blind Willie Johnson said he don't know a thing
Except for the truth in the blues that he sings

Blind Willie Johnson ain't really blind at all
He's just got those gray eyes from years of alcohol
He stares into the smoke of a Friday night crowd
Who stare back at him as his stories ring out
Blind Willie Johnson doesn't cover up a thing
Listen to his pain in the blues that he sings

"Blind Willie Johnson" reads the graveyard stone
Under the blanket of the sky, Willie rests alone
Though his voice is lost underneath the ground
The world will never forget Blind Willie's sound
Blind Willie Johnson sang the way he felt
He never complained about the hand he was dealt

The visualization of the Harmonica playing in the background
It surrounds a story of Tapping Dapper Willie foot stomping sound
He sits alone telling his narration of hope that became reality
Tapping Dapper Willie that was too become who was raised poor with no money
He watched Dancers from looking through the window at a Dancing School appropriately named, “START FRESH AND EXCEL DANCING SCHOOL”
Upon looking through the Dancing School’s window, Tapping Dapper Willie pictured himself dancing and entertaining for people on stage
He felt he was talented to be the amaze
Tapping Dapper Willie also known as Willie Jackson had dreams and inspiration surging throughout his inner soul
He was going to a story ever told
Mr. Jackson’s spirit was like a star shining in the night sky
He had fire with desire to dance, but being poor wouldn’t be his opportunity in chance
But will it?
As luck would have it, Mr. Jackson would often sneak into the dance studio unnoticed at least what Mr. Jackson thought
Something positive came out
Mr. Jackson did not know the owner of the Dance studio was also a Talent Scout
The owner on several occasions observed Mr. Jackson’s dance motion moves, and felt they were smooth
Willie Jackson always practiced to make perfect
The owner approached Willie Jackson and let Mr. Jackson know he witnessed his talent within
But Mr. Jackson explained he was poor and had no money for classes
The owner suggested I believe in you and you must believe within yourself, and with that said offered a Scholarship to Willie Jackson
He quickly rushed to tell his Parents, which they were surprised and saw this as a blessing
Enthusiasm rang over the Parent faces and of course Willie Jackson
The scholarship started Willie Jackson on his way towards stardom
The Dancing School embraced and enriched the wisdom
So Willie Jackson became Tapping Dapper Willie to the world
He was entertaining from New York City to Global around the world
Tapping Dapper Willie knew he had the talent, but it had to proven
So dance away Tapping Dapper Willie
Your road to fame
You are now an entertaining name.

Entertainment ride that will make you laugh
It all takes place on the bus
You might just forget the ride
But don’t duck and try to hide
Later Riding Willie will be like a tour escort
Riding Willie will tell the passengers to recline back and relax with no fuss
Are you sure this is a bus?
Now Riding Willie isn’t an actually motor coach operator, but rest assured, he will be stringing you along
Catch my drift!
A passenger asked Riding Willie doesn’t he always travel by bus?
His response was, “He was bitten by the hound literally, and travelling by bus became permanent
Riding Willie later suggested, he always had to sit on a mantle at Driving Sam’s house and collect dust
Boy did I fuss and cuss
I wanted to travel and explore the U.S. land
But Driving Sam always said, “Not at my command”
I tried giving Driving Sam the hint I deserved to be on the road
I guess my threat worked, to my surprise became a behold
Well I am finally on the bus, but don’t know how to act
This is a pure fact
But Riding Willie says, he doesn’t meet puppets of his kind
While the passengers kick back and have their wine
I am all alone and I just whine
Many times I help Driving Sam drive
There must have been some confusion, as we landed in the wrong direction
Driving Sam stated, “Your observation is speculation”
Riding Willie replied, “Total indication”
But the question is who was right and who was wrong?
Neither one will give in
There’s no time frame in the begin
One of the passengers stated, we are being greeted by a puppet
Riding Willie’s response, “Were you expecting a Muppet”
Riding Willie suggestion, “There’s no room for me and Ms. Piggy”
Thank you passengers for letting Riding Willie entertain you
Well, let me leave that to Marilyn Monroe
Enjoy your ride
Sit back and relax in your recline
You are in good hands, Driving Sam is maneuvering just fine
Before I go, I don’t want to alarm you, but Driving Sam missed his turn off.