Текст песни: Song to J.C.B. + перевод

Listen to my story and I’ll tell you bout my friend

Plays the best harmonica and will love you to the end

He’s travelled all the highways from New York to Vancouver Bay

Born in a Georgia shack he’s in San Francisco today

So listen to what I say

Who’s that man singing that song?

Who’s that man singing that song?

Who’s that man? Tell me who’s that man?

Think it’s J.C. and everybody singing along

(Verse 2)

Well J.C. is sittin' out there on Grand Street

Ain’t got much money and he ain’t got that much to eat

Well all you rich people passing by his feet

You make J.C. so sad sometime that he don’t know how to sleep

I remember them lonely nights would sit and hear J.C. play

xxx all crouched in a xxx

Laughing and crying and stomping our feet

Till a lamb once said move on get out my children are asleep

Who’s blowing them blues? Tell me brother

Who’s blowing them blues? Tell me sister

Who’s blowing them blues? It’s the man you all abuse

I think it’s J.C. on his ole harmonica

(Verse 3)

Well J.C. said one day I’m gonna tell you bout my shoes

They walked the xxx and a xxx too

Trying to earn a livin' and tryin' away the blues

Them souls is getting thinned out and I guess mine is too

Look in his eyes a friend look at his hands

Seen a lot of livin' and touched a lot of land

If you don’t bleed he’s breathin' in a life

And you better watch yourself when he’s doing the old hand jive

Who’s that man singing that song?

Who’s that man singing that song?

Who’s that man? Tell me who’s that man?

I think it was J.C. and I think that he went home

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