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I'm just a singer, |
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A natural-born guitar ringer. |
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Kind of a clinger, |
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To sad old songs. |
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I'm not a walk-behinder. |
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I'm a new note finder. |
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But my name's a reminder, |
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Of a blues man that's already gone. |
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So I started drinking. |
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Took things that messed up my thinking. |
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I was sure sinking, when you came along. |
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I was alone in the hot lights |
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Not too much left inside. |
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But she changed all that one night, |
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When she sang me this song. |
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Hey baby, I love you. |
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Hey baby, I need you. |
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Hey baby, you ain't got to prove to me |
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You're some kind of macho man. |
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You wasted so much of your life, |
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Running through the dark nights. |
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Let me shine some love light down on the blues man. |
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I got so sick from speedin'. |
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All the stuff they said I wasn't needin'. |
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If I was to keep pleasin' |
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All of my fans. |
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I got cuffed on dirt roads. |
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I got sued over no-shows. |
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But you came and took all that old load |
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Down off this blues man. |
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Hey baby, I love you too. |
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Hey baby, I need you. |
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Hey baby, I do get tired of this travelin' band. |
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I'm 30 years old now, |
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Nights would be cold now, |
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If you hadn't stuck it out with this blues man. |
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I'm 30 years old now. |
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Nights sure would be cold now, |
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If you hadn't hung around with this blues man. |
