Bluesman Harry Chapin

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."