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The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn It was his second year of medical school He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case His father said, "You're a fool" But the boy jumped on board a Greyhound bus It took him two days to get to Mobile And though it took two weeks to track the old man down He never doubted that the rumor was real But there the old man stood by the store front With his white cane hanging from his belt And he was bending the steel of his guitar strings So it seemed like the metal had to melt He was the last of the street corner singers Paying his final years of dues The voice in his throat was like a bullfrog croak Yes it's he who invented the blues "To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em Got to start sweet like a slow blues rhythm Like a heartbeat you'll always be with 'em When you're married to the blues, boy Your guitar is your wife It's like that fine old woman Who you're faithful to for life." Well the kid walked up as the blind man finished And was bent to put his guitar away The old man heard him and said, "Who are you?" "I'm the kid you're gonna teach to play." The old man laughed but the kid kept talking 'bout How he'd help him get around That's when the old man said "I don't need no fool to get me where in the hell I'm bound" The kid nods his head with a great big grin and says "When do we begin?" That's when the old man said "If You're staying with me This is how it's got to be " "To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em Got to s |