All of my life, the wild and the whirly days
Seems I could always hear that sound
Lying alone, my head on my radio
Only thing I had in that last chance town
Fire in my heart, fire in my head
Sure I'd do some damage if I stayed
So I left, walking the turnpike line
Musicman would always show the way
So play me your troubles, tell me your story
Sing old bluesman sing
Years go so fast, life can be your best friend
Or leave you lost between the sky and sea
Its all in a song, one day you see it clear
Where you are is where you want to be
So play me your troubles, tell me your story
Sing old bluesman, sing
Mid-town station, playing that old guitar
The bluesman is still singing to me
Here I am, I got no place to go
Where I am is where I want to be
So play me your troubles, tell me your story
Sing old bluesman, sing