He's just br Any old man br In any old bar br With a guitar br br Then a drunk br Comes up and say's br Play us a barre br br Every line on his face br Is a hook br For a book br br Every crease in his neck br Is for the pain br He had to take br br So he didn't care br About some young drunk br He just pulled up a chair br br He started to play br br People could do nothing but stare br At the sweet sound br Of misery and despair br br As the bluesman played br The drunk fell to his knees br Tears of respect br Rolled down his face br As he felt the bluesmans fears br br He took him to places he'd never been br He took him back br With the sweet sound of home br He took him br To where he had grown br br His name br Was bluesman Jackbr br Dave Alan Walkerbr br