Take the window seat and ride out of sight in blues sung right mouth organ

Screams back the dying sound of another bottle going down so smooth

Hear the kid popping the rag not much of a sag in the rag as he takes back

The sound of a screaming eagle as it finds a home in his leather bag

Face shines like the voice that makes the blues sing loud going down

Can springs a high flame warm goes down as the bottle finds a home

Bag brings out a shoeshine rag and the blues echo across town

Eddie brings his guitar boogie ringing out the car battery amp

She steps forward shy with a whiskey voice and all sing harmony

Belts out the pure blues all souls captured in her light from stars given

Smiles come from all there we are street music living live audience

Fallen down dead drunk a troubadour skips the crowd and all step aside

Feet move like a queen in a sailor’s dance he walks but it is a dance

Slide the sandman over and the melody cries permission to sing low

Keep the flow as the line starts to form in grace and step one from the back

Hot lady steps up and they all start to sing fire is hot she is hotter gin down

King of the road finds a place by the warmth tells of country boy blues

Juice harp and mouth organ, spoons crashing in hot tin drums break hearts

No better band would ever be found just a bunch of old drunks sing blues

Willie shares a beer, and Whiskey River runs dry, Hank hits a lick or two

Street music leaves the mind reaching for the sound of lonely cast out

No measure of place or time just good old boys singing their hearts

Old no new a place for everybody, bag now empty, just foot taping

It was in the merry month of life they all stopped to share their dream

Some they danced all sang from the bottom of the soul so special

Best ever to play or sing all graced her stage the curbs of the street

Theater sold out and she stepped outside and sang the best she had

Hearts melted and minds twisted for a better view of voice and love

The boys from the band stand with the crowd applauding

In a night fill with the will of swill I drown sorrow in the mead of last night

Take the window seat and ride out of sight in blues sung right mouth organ

Screams back the dying sound of another bottle going down so smooth