C
G7
C
G7
C
The old man told his story about the years gone by
F
How he played his horn down in New Orleans in some old dingy dive
C
C7
F
I knew ’em all back then he said as he reached out for his horn
C
G7
C
He closed his eyes and wet his lips then the blues were born
G7
C
G7
C
He played with so much feeling tears came from his eyes
F
He stopped and reminisced a bit and then he gave a sigh
C
C7
F
Said you know I almost made it but that’s before your time
C
G7
C
Dixieland Po’ Folks Blues Scatman Jack and wine
F
C
F
C
F
C
Slapped his knee and gave a grin it sure was good back then
G7
Reaching for his horn on the floor
F
C
F
C
F
C
Placed it in an old tow sack that hung across his back
F
C
G7
C
He said goodbye then shuffled out the door
G7
C
G7
C
Enthused by what he told me I never got his name
F
So I called the waitress over and started to explain
C
C7
F
A tired old man his tarnished horn and memories of years gone by
C
G7
C
How he played his horn and reminisced smiled with tear dimmed eyes
G7
C
G7
C
She said you are mistaken there’s been no one but you
F
But I know who you’re talking bout I used to know him too
C
C7
F
You’ll find him down on Basin Street in back of an old churchyard
C
G7
C
A stone that reads Rest in Peace I tried but it sure was hard
F
C
F
C
F
C
Slapped his knee and gave a grin it sure was good back then
G7
Reaching for his horn on the floor
F
C
F
C
F
C
Placed it in an old tow sack that hung across his back
F
C
G7
C
He said goodbye then shuffled out the door
F
C
G7
C
He said goodbye then shuffled out the door
C7
C
G7
F
