Hands of time I feel 'em pass you by. Witness the pain that it leaves behind. Shadow grows darker and when it comes to show. Takes you away when the winds are blowin' cold.
Poor old man came from Mississippi. Nothin' on his mind but a cheap fifth of whiskey. Playin' his guitar, got into the city. Workin' on the streets just to make a living.
A gifted man, he works so smooth. Slight of hand, his every move. Twist of fate has touched his life. Slap to the face, he wont rise and shine. Innocence has lost its style, ooh.
Look outside your window, see where ya been. Ya see morning shadows coming on again. Make your sacrifice if you play to win. Someone will pay the price.
One more day gone and pass you by. Got to find a better way. One more night you'll have another try. To take these blues away. . People tell me what I need, no, they dont see.