Blues Man

His calloused fingers fret the chord
The juke-joint crowd is hushed and still
His song is beautiful reward
He plays it with such easy skill.

The juke-joint crowd is hushed and still
In reverence of the master’s touch
He plays his song with easy skill
Yet no one ever gives as much.

In reverence of the master’s touch
They rock and sway to bluesy beat
Yet no one ever gives as much
When they swing up and on their feet.

They rock and sway to bluesy beat
He gives them everything he’s got
When they swing up and on their feet
They do him honor without a thought.

He gives them everything he’s got
His song is beautiful reward
They do him honor without a thought
As his calloused fingers fret the chord.