I play the rectangle guitar, I play it near and far, I play on the streets, all around I travel on the old greyhound.
Ah, the guitar, she's my old friend, she knows just where I've been, she understands how I feel, she knows the blues is real.
Ah, if you don't like what I play, friend, you ain't gotta pay now, if you got no money, that's okay, I ain't gettin' rich no way.
Yeah, but I play my blues alright, I play out every night, if you want me to, I play these blues for you.
Yes, I play the rectangle guitar, I have faced the wind and rain,
There's a lot of things that I've been through, that's why I can sing these blues.
Oh, and I hear the passing laws against my kind, street singers who is blind, but the ordinance I refuse, I've got a right to sing these blues.
The ordinance I refuse, I've got a right to sing these blues.