You'll see him walking at the break of dawn
Guitar in had foot on the ground
He has a sound stuck to his brain
Like the claws of the raven to the one last grain
He is the bluesman of this town
His mother bathed him on the river
Where higher spirits wash our heads
His father carved him a guitar
From the one tree they ever had
When mighty floods came to waste our land
He stood strong until the end
Then climbed the mountains to play his lines
So, heaven and hell forgot to take our lives
He is the bluesman of this town
That's right boys, you listen carefully
'Cause if you do,
You'll still hear his tunes echo on the mountain
And they go like this
So, we must crawl before we walk
And we should learn before we talk
As we must kneel before we stand
Then boogie woogie all night rattle and roll
'Cause he's the bluesman of this town
He is the bluesman of this town
He is the bluesman of this town