'Bout the way it used to be / A steel string box
Was every blues man's woman / Everybody knew Lucille
>From the Delta to the chain gang

I was born to the rhythm / Raised on volume
Wired to a different sound
Plain damn reckless until three in / The morning
Dreamin' of the place I'd found / Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain't nothing meaner / Than the old boy howlin' on his / Guitar alone

Tellin' the story 'bout the blues / Man's road
Well he taught me everything I know / We all knew that blues man's road
That's why they call this thing rock / And roll

We were white city slip kids playing in / The streets
The songs of the black man's band / With our tail drags dragging
Mojo's working / Got the blast from the big boss man
Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain't nothing meaner / Than an old boy howlin' on his / Guitar alone

Tellin' the story 'bout the blues / Man's road
He taught me everything that I've / Ever known
We all knew that blues man's road
That's why they call this damn thing / Rock and roll
The story 'bout the blues man's road / Taught me everything I know
Yes we all knew that blues man's road
That's why they call this damn thing / Rock and roll