The Blues Man

oh lord how did I get here

I look back now and I remember how it started, how I got here in this here life I lead,

back when men were boys and boys babies and babies a dream or nightmare one never knows now do we.

well I have to explain the why don't I well for you I will I lived a ordinary life a rather boring life to some. I just gotten out of school, I had nowhere to go nowhere to be if I didn't need to be. I was working the land racking and cutting that grass all that stuff and making me a buck for working the land then as it turns out I guess a machine can do it cheaper and faster than just boy fresh into the real world. so I had no work but I saved little so I had a roof over my head for a little while longer. the only joy in my life was my woman she told me I was her man forever no matter what may come in life, but I guess she found a better man a richer man maybe or maybe in her mind a man with a future cause at the time I was boat lost at sea, I no direction I was living day by day week by week. lord did I get blue I got so blue I found me the blues that sweet music that only comes from within .I got my daddy's old 12 string guitar god rest his soul did it sound like magic. I played the blues my blues, really every ones blues it just poured out like I'm writing this I didn't know ware that music was bringing me it took hold of this boys soul and wouldn't go nor will it every maybe when they lower this old man 6 feet under maybe not as my daddy said "we will see what we see when the time comes to see" and boy was that true. I also sang then blues I could sing for hours on end I probably sang in my sleep, so I played till my fingers bleed and then played some more and a sang till my voice was gone then I just sang in my head. Then one day those blues in me were gone I felt whole again felt at peace with life and love, but I had to find that music some more I had to travel down that mighty river and see were the muddy water meets the see, I wanted to see ware the soul resides in this country and I wanted be part of that movement. the day o left I woke up and looked out my window and felt those old mountains held nothing for me no more so a packed my daddy's old 12 string up got me a few packs of extra strings got me self a little rucksack got my best walking shoes on my old feet walked down to the goodwill found my self a old leather beat jacket and then started on my way on that long road to the basin of soul. I remember way back when in the news about that old hurricane them poor folks down there still didn't have no homes and I knew lord I knew to bring the heart beat again to that city of the blues you had to bring the people back there were the heart and the music the soul. and with my two hands and my back I could do my part help the heart in the day and sing to the soul at night. so I started on my way I thumbed all way down there I met all kinds of people some were young and eager for some of what they called life experience others just living happily day by day and then there were some just wondering around they wanted to see the road, I didn't have any money to give out for food and what not so when I wasn't on that endless road I was in towns singing those blues for change cause I had to eat .one night when I was in this road house just eating a cheap meal I met this man, this man was young but his eyes lord those eyes were old so we talked lord we talked all night he told me he was last member of what he called the darma bums he didn't look like a bum but one never knows, I found that he lost man trying to find his soul I listened to his story that night it brought tears to this boys eyes, later that night we parted ways I never got his name or nothing but I will never forget him I know we;l cross paths again cause lost souls find each other in the darkness, so I'm better start walking again got catch me the next freight train outa town I got to keep moving south towards the city of blues the city with a broken heart and on my way I'll keep play'n my blues and singing my soul out, maybe I'll see you some wear out here on this dark lonely road that all travel or maybe I'll see you in some smoky road house we will see won't we.