Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

The old boys drinkin'
Telling the stories
'Bout the way it used to be

A steel string box
Was every blues man's woman
Everybody knew Lucille
From the Delta to the chain gang

I was born to the rhythm
Raised on volume
Wired to a different sound
Plain damn reckless till three in the morning
Dreaming of the place I'd found
Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain't nothing meaner
Then the old boy howling on his guitar alone

Telling the story 'bout the blue man's road
Well, he taught me everything I know
We all knew that blues man's road
That's why they call this thing rock and roll
We were white city slip kids playing in the streets
The songs of the black man's band
With our tail drags dragging, Mojo's working
Got the blast from the big boss man
Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter

Ain't nothing meaner
Then the old man howling on his guitar alone

Telling the story 'bout the blue man's road
He taught me everything that I've ever known
We all knew that blues man's road
That's why they call this damn thing rock and roll
And roll

The story 'bout the blue man's road
Taught me everything I know
We all knew 'bout that blues man's road
Yeah, that's why they call this damn thing rock and roll

I'm on the blue man's road
I'm on the blue man's road
I'm on the blue man's road