Gene Watson – The Old Man And His Horn (Guitar)

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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