Song to J.C.B.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh, listen to my story, and I'll tell you 'bout my friend Plays the best harmonica, and I love him 'til the end He's travelled all the highways from New York to Vancouver Bay Born in a Georgia shack, he's in San Francisco today So listen to what I say [Verse 2] Oh, who's that man singin' that song? Who's that man singin' that song? Who's that man? Tell me who's that man? Think it's J.C., everybody sing along [Verse 3] Well, J.C. is sittin' out there on Grand Street Ain't got much money, and he ain't got much to eat Well, all you rich people passin' by his feet You make J.C. so sad sometime that he don't know how to sleep [Harmonica Solo] [Verse 4] I remember them lonely nights, we'd sit and hear J.C. play Fruze and mе and Godfrey all a-crouched in a somethin' bluе way Laughin' and cryin' and a-stompin' our feet 'Til the landlord said, "Move on! Get out! My children are asleep!" [Verse 5] Who's blowin' them blues? Tell me, brother Who's blowin' them blues? Tell me, sister Who's blowin' them blues? It's the man you all abuse I think it's J.C. on his old harmonica [Verse 6] Well, J.C. said one day, "I'm a-gonna tell ya 'bout my shoes They walked pits here, and I sewn a tear or too Tryin' to earn a livin,' and tryin' away the blues Them soles are gettin' thinned out, and I guess my eyes, too" [Harmonica Solo] [Verse 7] Oh, look in his eyes, friend, look at his hands Seen a lot of livin' and touched a lot of land If you don't believe he's breathin' and alive Man, you better watch yourself when he's doin' the old hand jive [Verse 8] So, who's that man singin' that song? Who's that man singin' that song? Who's that man? Tell me who's that man? I think it was J.C., and I think that he went home