Born down on the bayou back in forty-five,
never knew my pappy was he dead or alive
Momma tricked for quarters in some Baton Rouge dive,
had to learn real early how to hustle and jive.
'Cause I'm a Blues Man, tell you 'bout my grief and pain.
You can ride my pony but I'll never ever see you again.
Stole my first guitar just to prove I could,
mama said to play it like a po' boy should.
Took a lesson from some cat named Johnny B. Goode,
came back home an terrorized the neighborhood,
'Cause I'm a Blues Man, tell you 'bout my grief and pain.
You can ride my pony but I'll never ever see you again.
At 13 years of age I had to kill a man I knew,
caught me with his wife as she be showin' me what to do.
Shot two men in Georgia and another in St. Loo,
killed onoe just last Sunday - but I wouldn't hurt you,
'cause I'm a blues man, I know about grief and pain,
You can ride my pony 'cause I'll never ever see you again.
Did a dime at Parchman and a nickel at 'Q',
hit the road with Lightning, and John Lee Hooker too.
Thought I'd learned my lesson after all I'd been through,
but a wicked evil woman taught me what blues can do,
so I'm a Blues man,tell you 'bout my grief and pain.
You can ride my pony but I'll never ever see you again.
It's gettin' pretty close to when I lay down and die,
don't know what I'm here for, don't even know why.
So wrap me up in indigo and don't you all cry,
if the devil's comin' for me I can spit in his eye,
'Cause I'm a Blues Man, I understand grief and pain.
You can ride my pony but I'll never ever see you again.
Yes I'm a Blues Man, tell you 'bout my grief and pain.
My pony's out to pasture and I'll never ever see him again.