(Merle Haggard)

The old man paid no mind to color
'Cause he knew that I'd been down and out
Old Joe said that I was a soul brother
The things I been singin' about.

He liked like I played my old guitar
He sat by beside me the same
Together we hung out an old timy blues
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.

Oh, we sing aside a railroad track
For people have nothing to lose
I'm a son of a gambler who's luck never came
And a white man singin' the blues.

We both done a heap of hard livin'
And hard to discribing the song
But the blues was one thing we both understood
And the old man hummed right along.

Oh, we sing aside a railroad track
For people have nothing to lose
I'm a son of a gambler who's luck never came
And a white man singin' the blues...