Mr. Bluesman
He was a man
A ramblin' man he was yes he was
Guitar in hand
His home was on the road and that's where he was
He's seen a thousand roads
He's been a million miles
And when he'd bend a note
A tear would fill my eyes
Where are you playin'
Mr. Bluesman
Mr. Bluesman
Town to town
Honkytonks and dives all look the same
His gipsy heart keeps his shadow ridin' through the rain
A graveyard full of scars
His life will paint his songs
'Cause when you're on the road
There's nowhere you belong
You're just alone
Where are you playin'
Mr. Bluesman
Mr. Bluesman
I've paid some dues
Now I make my living as a music man
I play the blues
I guess the blues must be just what I am
A graveyard full of scars
His life will paint his songs
'Cause when you're on the road
There's nowhere you belong
You're just alone
Where are you playin'
Mr. Bluesman
Mr. Bluesman
Sr. Bluesman
Él era un hombre
Un hombre errante, sí lo era
Guitarra en mano
Su hogar estaba en la carretera y ahí es donde estaba
Ha visto mil caminos
Ha recorrido un millón de millas
Y cuando doblaba una nota
Una lágrima llenaba mis ojos
¿Dónde estás tocando?
Sr. Bluesman
Sr. Bluesman
De pueblo en pueblo
Los bares y antros todos lucen iguales
Su corazón gitano mantiene su sombra cabalgando bajo la lluvia
Un cementerio lleno de cicatrices
Su vida pintará sus canciones
Porque cuando estás en la carretera
No hay lugar al que pertenezcas
Simplemente estás solo
¿Dónde estás tocando?
Sr. Bluesman
Sr. Bluesman
He pagado algunas deudas
Ahora gano la vida como músico
Toco blues
Supongo que el blues debe ser simplemente lo que soy
Un cementerio lleno de cicatrices
Su vida pintará sus canciones
Porque cuando estás en la carretera
No hay lugar al que pertenezcas
Simplemente estás solo
¿Dónde estás tocando?
Sr. Bluesman
Sr. Bluesman