Tell me grandpa
about that man
Tell me grandpa
about his hands
about his old garaja playing somewhere
Tell me grandpa ‘bout that man
What a kind of a soul behind this blues tonight?
How he strummed
on those tunes
how he made love
to his blues
How could his reverb sound everywhere
Tell me grandpa
how he did
What a kind of a soul behind this blues tonight?
Now, all the prophets
Leave theirs myths
Some are legends
Or just beliefs
But that man's blues' still reverb somewhere
Tell me grandpa
who's that man
What a kind of a soul behind this blues tonight?
Tell me grandpa
about that man
Tell me grandpa
about his hands
about his old garaja playing somewhere
So, tell me grandpa ‘bout that man
What a kind of a soul behind this blues tonight?