He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings? He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride"
I’m from the old school But I made up my own rules But I learned a thing or two from some pretty good teachers My education has served me well One look at me and you can tell my music’s true A class reunion of the blues I’m from the old school
I grab my Stetson and I pull it down I rope the Devil ride him into town With $50 and a flask of Crown My jeans are faded and my boots are brown I stand for passion and I stand my ground Aint nothin' gonna hold me down With $50 and a flask of crown
Daddy died a miner and grandpa he did too, I'll bet this coal will kill me before my working days is through And a hole this dark and dirty an early grave I find And I plan to make a union for the ones I leave behind Stand up boys, let the bosses know Turn you buckets over, turn your lanterns low There's fire in our hearts and fire in our soul But there ain't gonna be no fire in the hole