They are lovers!
Jessie and that old brown guitar,
Listen to their May-December melody!Her strong left hand flutt'rin
Up and down his rough old neck,
Her tender right pluckin'
The stiff ringin' strings in his gut
Hear bright sounds of ecstasy!Then look!
In the sky behind
Silver clouds slow drag
To their passionate rag!(*Inspired by the painting by Thomas Hart Benton)
Livin' Them Blues
And the Blues, and the Blues, and the Blues, and the Blues . . .
. . . Did he stand down by the Crossroads,
Sell the Devil his Soul?
Dunno.But they got to scrawlin' "Clapton is God"
On London Walls;
In funky stalls down in N'awlins
They got the News'Bout Eric;
Man that kat can play some blues!And the blues, and the blues, and the blues and the blooooze . . .
. . . man almost died stickin' that needle in his arm!
His Layla sold his best friend on her charms.
That road is hard
The blues, and the blues and the blues
And the blues be fallin' down like rain!
God done lost his only begotten son again!Does anyone know his name?
And roadhouse singers and guitarslingers
Still wanna be him . . . why?
They wanna look Death right smack dab in her eye
And hold her 'til they fixin' to die?Play down at the Crossroads if you choose;
It aint no thrill to be livin' them blues!