Song to J.C.B.

[Verse 1]
Oh, listen to my story, and I'll tell you 'bout my friend
Plays the best harmonica, and I love him 'til 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

[Verse 2]
Oh, who's that man singin' that song?
Who's that man singin' that song?
Who's that man? Tell me who's that man?
Think it's J.C., everybody sing along

[Verse 3]
Well, J.C. is sittin' out there on Grand Street
Ain't got much money, and he ain't got much to eat
Well, all you rich people passin' by his feet
You make J.C. so sad sometime that he don't know how to sleep

[Harmonica Solo]

[Verse 4]
I remember them lonely nights, we'd sit and hear J.C. play
Fruze and mе and Godfrey all a-crouched in a somethin' bluе way
Laughin' and cryin' and a-stompin' our feet
'Til the landlord said, "Move on! Get out! My children are asleep!"

[Verse 5]
Who's blowin' them blues? Tell me, brother
Who's blowin' them blues? Tell me, sister
Who's blowin' them blues? It's the man you all abuse
I think it's J.C. on his old harmonica

[Verse 6]
Well, J.C. said one day, "I'm a-gonna tell ya 'bout my shoes
They walked pits here, and I sewn a tear or too
Tryin' to earn a livin,' and tryin' away the blues
Them soles are gettin' thinned out, and I guess my eyes, too"

[Harmonica Solo]

[Verse 7]
Oh, look in his eyes, friend, look at his hands
Seen a lot of livin' and touched a lot of land
If you don't believe he's breathin' and alive
Man, you better watch yourself when he's doin' the old hand jive

[Verse 8]
So, who's that man singin' that song?
Who's that man singin' 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