Behold the man with the guitar
Performing the blues is his game
Is he seeking love, power or fame?
He made a pact with an immoral source
Strumming those strings brings him great remorse
The contract, handshake, the wink of the eye
Sleepless nights, the contemptible cry
Makes one shutter with unusual force
To hear him sing with such a captivating voice
Years and seasons have passed this man by
Singing and strumming has left his soul bone dry
Remembering that crossroads and the choice he made
Has left this old blues man embittered and betrayed...