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The Old man told his story
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About the years gone by
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How he played his horn down in New Orleans
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In some old dingy dive
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"I knew 'em all back then." he said
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As he reached out for his horn
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He closed his eyes and wet his lips
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Then the blues were born.
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He played with so much feelin'
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Tears came from his eyes
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He stopped and reminisced a bit
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And then he gave a sigh!
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Said, "You know, I almost made it
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But that was before your time
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Dixieland, Po' Folks Blues
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Scatman Jack and wine. "
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Slapped his knee and gave a grin
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It sure was good back then
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Reaching for his horn on the floor
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Placed it in an old towsack
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That hung across his back
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He said "Goodbye!"
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And shuffled out the door.
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Enthused by what he told me
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I never got his name
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So, I called the waitress over
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And started to explain
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A tired old man - his tarnished horn
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Mem'ries of years gone by
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How he played his horn and reminisced
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Smiled with tear-dimmed eyes.
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She said you are mistaken
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There's been no one but you
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But I know who you're talkin' 'bout
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I used to know him, too
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You'll find him down on Basin Street
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In back of an old churchyard
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A stone that reads, "Rest in Peace"
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I tried but it sure was hard. "
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Slapped his knee and gave a grin
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It sure was good back then
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Reaching for his horn on the floor
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Placed it in an old towsack
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That hung across his back
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He said "Goodbye!"
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And shuffled out the door
