| Long before I learned how to tie my shoes | 
| I learned that New Orleans was the home of the blues | 
| Not long ago one mornin' the sun in the city | 
| The blues went rollin' and tumbin' ya’ll up the Mississippi | 
| Up through the delta | 
| Up to memphis tennessee | 
| Where every people struggled ya’ll | 
| struggled to be free | 
| The blues is the music | 
| That fanned the flame | 
| That burned in the soul | 
| Little Walter and Elmore James | 
| The blues is a music | 
| That anyone can feel | 
| It comes from the crowds of the people that worked the cotton field | 
| The blues threw out a pain, but now it can heal | 
| and the more I sing it, the better I feel | 
| and nobody can give it away | 
| nobody can take it away | 
| nobody can throw it away | 
| and you can’t even pray it away | 
| and the blues is a feel’in that will never die | 
| and the blues is a feel’in to stay | 
| what would this world be without BB King | 
| without Bobby Blue Bland doin his thing | 
| without T Bone Walker and Howl’in Wolf | 
| without Bessie and Big Mama strutt’in thier stuff | 
| there’d be no Elvis no Jerry Lee | 
| a young Eric Clapton would have never crossed the sea | 
| without old Light’in, Jimmy Reed, Muddy Waters to grow up on | 
| hey the Beatles and the Stones they’d of never left home, no no | 
| the blues is the gospel of the common man | 
| the story of a people in a hostile land | 
| built on a foundation that will never fall | 
| thanks to Robert Cray, Stevie Ray, and Taj Majal | 
| and nobody can give it away | 
| nobody can take it away | 
| nobody can throw it away | 
| and you can’t even pray it away | 
| and the blues is a feel’in that will never die | 
| and the blues is a feel’in to stay |