Bluesman

He's just Any old man In any old bar With a guitar Then a drunk Comes up and say's Play us a barre Every line on his face Is a hook For a book Every crease in his neck Is for the pain He had to take So he didn't care About some young drunk He just pulled up a chair He started to play People could do nothing but stare At the sweet sound Of misery and despair As the bluesman played The drunk fell to his knees Tears of respect Rolled down his face As he felt the bluesmans fears He took him to places he'd never been He took him back With the sweet sound of home He took him To where he had grown His name Was bluesman Jack