Blues Man's Road Testo

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.