Blues

Blues be way down
Be found in bayou sounds.
Blues be hummin'
Comin' 'round midnight
Strummin' lonely chords till sun bring daylight. 
Blues creep up
Like slow tears welling up in eyes tellin' why
The blues be too deep to speak about
The blues be too deep to speak about.
Blues be tryin' to keep demons out. 
Blues be the reason chained people found a way to freedom...

Blues make a broke down man understand why the sun will rise once again
Blues made a way to the other side of a dark sky
Cuz blues be a tune birthed from a troubled moon
Grew up in back rooms and tap tapping shoes...

Blues be the same song Mr. Guitarman keeps playing on and on
Until a right is made from two wrongs
Until days fade away and nights stay long.
Blues is the remedy when music melts into memory
The blues has heard it all before, lingering between the screen and the backdoor, Peeking down the corridor
Snapping fingers while the blues singers sing
"All she wants to hear are those down home blues, all night long, every other record or two..."
Blues be a doctor operating on broken parts
Playing piano notes with sad strokes to owners of weary hopes.
This is the the blues child.  This is the blues child. 
Blues stick around awhile until tears disappear and lips find smiles.
Blues be a friend, holding hands in the field where it all began. 
Blues make the rhythm beat, make the rhythm beat
Like rock-n-roll meet the blues halfway to Motown sounds
Take it down to b-boy feet
Hiphop streets got the blues from way back. 
Way back is where the blues comes from
Way back is where the blues comes from....