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 Yea we all knew that blues man's road That's why they call this damn thing rock and roll © BAC MAC MUSIC; GEFFEN AGAIN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com