The old man paid no mind to color, cause he knew that I'd been down and out
Old Joe said that I was his soul brother, from things I'd been singing about
He liked how I played my old guitar, and he'd sit down beside me to sing
Together we hummed out an old-timey blues, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
On the same side of the railroad track, where people have nothing to lose
I'm the son of a gambler whose luck never came, and a white man singing the blues
We'd both done a heap of hard living, and hard to describe in a song
But the blues was one thing we both understood, and the old man hummed right along
On the same side of the railroad track, where people have nothing to lose
I'm the son of a gambler whose luck never came, and a white man singing the blues
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
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