A "Gambler" kind of song. The guy encounters a wise old bluesman on the midnight train. The old guy has the key to wisdom, and expresses it in a way that suits an old bluesman: Life is like a harmonica--sometimes it sucks; sometimes it blows.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
Midnight train to Memphis, sittin’ in the bar car
I could tell he was an old blues man by the way he held his gin.
Drinking from the bottle, bottle in a brown bag
The train would bounce, another ounce would dribble down his chin.
The bottle soon was empty, he chucked it out the window
It shattered in a million tiny crystals on the rail
He said, “There goes the booze—and here comes the bluesâ€
And he took out his harmonica, and he started to wail.
Son, let me teach you a lesson
Listen to the old blues man, here’s the way it goes...
From Maine to Santa Monica
Life is a harmonica:
Sometimes it sucks—sometimes it blows.
I guess that you don’t know much—you’re a white boy and you’re young
Your guitar—that’s a woman; your harmonica is a male
Your guitar makes good music, but you gotta always buy it new strings
And just like a man, your harp don’t have every note in the scale.
You carry all Life’s wisdom right there in your pocket
When you carry in your pocket a Hohner Marine Band harp.
Sometimes you play the key the rest of the band is playin’
Sometimes you play in B when the band plays F-sharp.
Son, let me teach you a lesson
Listen to the old blues man, here’s the way it goes...
From Maine to Santa Monica
Life is a harmonica:
Sometimes it sucks—sometimes it blows.
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