Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
I play the ragtime blue guitar
I play it near and far
I play on the streets all around
I travel on the old greyhound
Ah, the guitar she's my old friend
She knows just where I've been
She understand how I feel
She knows the blues is real
Ah, if you don't like what I play
Friend you ain't got to pay
You got no money
That's okay
I ain't getting rich no way
Yeah but I play my blues alright
I play out every night
If you want me to I play these blues for you
Yes I play the ragtime blue guitar
I have faced the wind and rain
There's been a lot of things I've been through
That's why I can sing these blues
Whoa now I hear they passed a law against my kind
Street singers who is blind
But your ordinance I refuse
I got right to sing these blues
Your ordinance I refuse
I got right to sing these blues