There’s a man named Chris that I listen to
Has a talent for down home country
& the delta blues
He writes about life, Love,
joys & regrets
I’ve not heard a song from him
at all that I hate yet
By: J.N.R Dutton
Tag: blues
Cracked
Man putting on traveling shoes,
walking the backroads,
singing the blues
An old six string, often slung cross his back
Except when he plays,
til his fingers are blistered and cracked
By: J.N.R Dutton
A Ticket To New Orleans
The last few dollars in his pocket
paid for a ticket to New Orleans
He went there with determination, chasing down a dream
He played harmonica, he played the guitar & piano too
He went to Louisiana cause he knew it was a mecca for the blues
He worked hard to make it, each night on stage paying his dues
Then he’d go “home” each night to a cheap
ramshackle motel room
By:J.N.R Dutton
Justin
There’s a country blues man named Justin I heard today,
the way he plays guitar blew me away
It was not just the sound, though that was more than okay,
By far the most awesome thing
was watching as he made his fingers
dance all over the strings
He’s not a man looking for fortune or fame
but his talent puts many famed players to shame
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dallas Blues
Kenneth went down to Texas, to play Dallas blues
Didn’t have much else going for him, said “what have I got to lose?”
His talent was obvious, clear as a bell,the more he made his audience smile,
the more in love with it he fell,but there were some people who wanted
to change him, because they only cared about what would sell
He told them:
“If I gave into you, I couldn’t face myself”
By:J.N.R Dutton
Frankie
Frankie went down to Louisiana, the city of Baton Rouge,
that’s where he first heard Jazz and the blues,
To say they made an impression would be an understatement
from that first day on, Frankie was hooked on it,
he said:
“this is where I need to be,
I’ve never felt more alive or free,
than when this music’s got a hold on me”
By:J.N.R Dutton
Ray
Ray played the blues on an old lap slide
The people’s reaction filled his soul with pride
The first time she heard it, his mama cried
Told anyone who’d listen “that boy is mine,
and doesn’t he play oh, so fine?”
By: J.N.R Dutton
Shooting Star
A shooting star from Dallas,
so briefly here, merely 35 years
What little music he left behind,
still becomes forever seared
into the minds and hearts
of all who hear
By: J.N.R Dutton
This was inspired by a musician on the rise who died before his potential was fully realized, I know there are many that could describe, but I have one specific guitarist in mind. If you know my history and the musicians I love, I’m sure you probably know who.
Little Gypsy
Jamming out on “Little Gypsy” my favorite blues harp
The sound it makes is so beautiful & sharp
I can make it moan, make it cry,
play fiery blues or a simple lullaby
or anything else really that comes to mind
It always comes out super fine
That’s one thing on which I can always rely
By: J.N.R Dutton
Dennis Jones
I heard a blues man jam today,
his name is Dennis Jones
before I heard him play
guitar then, he was totally
unknown to me
His playing, it was like lightning,
So vivid & electrifying
By: J.N.R Dutton
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