《Bluesman》是Harry Chapin演唱的歌曲，收錄於《The Elektra Collection (1971-1978)》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Bluesman
- 所屬專輯：The Elektra Collection (1971-1978)
- 歌曲原唱：Harry Chapin
- 發行日期：2015年10月9日
歌曲歌詞
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 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
You know I ain't no guru
I'm just a blind black preacher man
My guitar is my gospel boy
And I preach with my picking hand
I ain't gonna be your wet nurse
Or black father to an albino son
That's OK the kid up and say
I just want to pick like a son of a gun
Whoa boy that ain't no damn typewriter you're playing now
You've got to caress it like a woman slow and easy
Like this old man
No A fool plays the blues like Machine Gun Kelly
Five hundred notes to the bar
And if you're going to stick with me
You've got to learn what the blues really are
You learn to pick with me and you can stick with me
But it's time to blow this town
We gots a gig to preach in a gaming house
We're Alabama bound
So the kid took the hand of the old blues man
To lead him all around the south
Now it's the old man's turn to make the white boy learn
You don't play guitar with your mouth
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
All right son let's hear some guitar
I want you to play it funky like your uncle's carbuncle
That's right son play it sassy like your sweet mama's pajamas
That sounds pretty good for a New York boy
