Guy Verlinde - Mr. Maxwell Street lyrics

He's got stories from another time If you read between the lines You feel the Mississippi groovin' inside your head Hard to see through his absent mind When his voice starts to grunt & grind He preaches his religion like a reverend all night long In a lumberjack shirt, a cap on his head With only four fingers & a smokin' cigarette He'll sting you with his blues from your head down to your feet That's why I can only say: "hail to Mr. Maxwell Street!" Like his music, he won't change Headstrong & firm they'll both remain Through a needle on a vinyl or when he gets on stage On a road worn guitar fightin' prejudice views No fame or fortune for the uncrowned king of the blues Taunted by success, alone in defeat But I will always be there to say: "hail to Mr. Maxwell Street!" Now all your heroes have come & gone You keep their legacy alive There's always time for one more song Crank up your amp & slide it loud His records were my blues university He never taught one note, but shared his world with me I learned on the road, playin' to his boogie beat That's why I will always say: "hail to Mr. Maxwell Street!"