The Blues Man

He's just a singer, a natural-born guitar ringer

Kind of an old clinger, to them sad old songs

He's not a walk - behinder, he's a new note finder

And his name's a reminder of a blues man that's already gone

So he started drinkin', took some things that messed up his thinkin'

Yeah he was surely sinkin', when she came along

All alone in the hot lights, with not too much left in sight

But she came & changed all that one night, when she sang me this song

Hey baby, I love you

Hey baby, I need you

Hey baby, you ain't got to prove to me that you're some kind of macho man