Uh huh, me and my band, we all must agree
We like to get groovy with the sounds of the old time
We like to jam 'cause man
Sound from the bandstand
Hand for the cause man
Hang from the old ones
The tones, the gears, the props and ride
Very much in, chilling outside
Going way back, way back
From where music really started
I'm a child of the eighties
From where I departed, since then I started
A collection of the people who started it all
I reckon therefore, I kept them in my sock like money
Blues music, blues music
It's all about rockin' the van
Not rock to roll, but sway to sway
Shocks work out I play
What that fly girl Sabine say, dig
About eight miles to the gallon that's some highway sailing
That's some cool, cool lounging, Atlantic City bounding
1920's to the 1970's
A stream pool solid steady
Getting ready real cool, cool, cool
The earth amp, sock hat, hi-hat
Dope dobro d'Addario strings for my things
The ba** wail sings
Let the rhyme bring, yeah
The tense of the time of the old time
Blues music, blues music
Blind Lemon Jefferson and juice BMWs
The proof frosty Albert Collins, Bukka White
Booker T, James Brown
Jimmy Smith at the console
The soul with the girls
Aretha, Chaka Khan, the show Solid Gold
Cisco and Sonny, Lead Belly too
Peoples that rode with Woody and you
Bob Dylan, a million Sears Silvertone guitars
Heard the licks, no need to take them nowhere
Blues music
It's like chewing gum with your headphones on
Drinking lemonade, chilling on the front porch after running ball
Like you lost a twenty dollar bill
Like you got a free ticket, yo, from the scratch and win
Its like the swimsuit issue, think i need a tissue
It's like you and your baby got nasty
Cut off and left alone now making eyes on the city bus again
Now you got Ink Spots on your page again, grandma cooks blueberry pie
Little sister got a boyfriend, dig
It's like smoking the ride
The final right
The vinyl rides
Blues music, blues music