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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.
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
roger-turner
The Blues Man and New Year's Eve
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.
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