Blues Man's Road

The old boys drinkin'

Telling the stories

'Bout the way it used to be

A steel string box

Was every blues man's women

Everybody knew Lucille

From the Delta to the chain gang

I was born to the rhythm

Raised on volume

Wired to a different sound

Plain damn reckless till three in the morning

Dreaming of the place I'd found

When the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain't nothing meaner

Then the old boy howling on his guitar alone

Telling the story 'bout the blue man's road

Well he taught me everything I know

We all knew that blues man's road

That's why they call this thing rock and roll

We were white city slip kids playing in

The streets

The songs of the black man's band

With our tail drags dragging Mojo's working

Got the blast from the big boss man

Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain't nothing meaner

Then the old man howling on his guitar alone

Telling the story 'bout the blue man's road

He taught me everything that I've ever known

We all knew that blues man's road

That's why they call this damn thing rock and roll

The story 'bout the blue man's road

Taught me everything I know

Yeah we all knew that blues man's road

That's why they call this damn thing rock and roll