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The bluesman.

The bluesman
He’s up there, he’s a star
As he clutches in his hands
A battered old guitar
The bluesman knows his own damned worth
He does it in his style
And folk they come from miles around
And have done for a while

The bluesman plucks those strings
And wails his old blues harp
Then comes in with his rusty voice
Maybe he’s flat or sharp
But no one ever notices
They’re caught within his spell
When that bluesman does he’s stuff
Then in his world they dwell

With the bluesman
You get just what you see
He’s not out to impress you, man
He’s busy being He
And when he plays, he’s ‘It’ my friends
He pulls you into him
The bluesman can you hear him now?
When all the lights are dim.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/19/2018 9:55:00 PM
G'day Sidney … I've listened to a number of blues artists and you are dead right. They draw you in with their lyrics - thank you Sidney - Lindsay
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Date: 12/19/2018 1:41:00 PM
That is what the bluesman is, Peter, an honest unpretentious person who loves what he does, irrespective of how good he is. Your words befit him (and you). ~ Wishing you, Vera and all your loved ones a most wonderful Christmas, my friend. // paul
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Date: 12/19/2018 4:45:00 PM
Hi Paul I used to play Blues but not for money, just for fun. There were times When I would play the blues harp and stop the crowd. They were great days. Thank you, my friend or your kind words, as always they are appreciated. Vera and I both wish you a wonderful Christmas...Peter
Date: 12/18/2018 8:03:00 PM
nice write...feels like be'in there : )
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Date: 12/19/2018 4:47:00 PM
Thank you SB once upon a time my whole life was wrapped around playing and singing blues. I appreciate your kind comments, my friend....Peter