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The Blues Maker Man(A lyrics by Whonunuwho)
Blues man calling on his guitar strings, his raspy voice appealing, through the night,
Left his life back in a New Orleans house, walking in the darkness, out of sight.
Twang, twang, twanging on his metal guitar, his words, a familiar story, his to tell,
the crisp plucking tune and its ripping melody, puts us all in a black magical spell.
Blues maker sing us a song tonight, a message in the tale, that moves our heart,
to bring us a tear, strumming on your strings, those good old days, to be a part.
When we were young, we had no cares, every day was all fun, and just a game,
nowadays we all worry about our tomorrows, happy times gone, what a shame.
A pale moon is rising on the river, tonight, trees swaying in the breezes, mighty fine,
Blues man heading for the railroad track, his guitar on his back, and on down the line.
He's going up to Memphis, a gig to play, his songs full of truth, and stories to share,
they bring with their sound, that moody blues tune, a ringing tale, that is so rare.
Refrain goes here. Blues maker sing us a song, a message in the tale..
That long train is coming around the bend, mournful sounds carry through the night,
a box car ride is not a bad ride, when it gets you there safe, and it's done right.
just one more ride on this train limousine, and while a hoot owl calls, along the way,
the blues maker pulls his coat up tight, for with each morning, will come a better day.
Blues maker sing us a song tonight, a message in the tale to move our heart,
to bring us a tear, strumming on your strings, those good old days to be a part,..
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