With the Songs Still Inside

[good4somethingbum]

With the Songs Still InsideTook a midnight job at a Memphis pawn shopTill my guitar playin’ started payin’ offI useta find nickels n dimes in old stuff left behindor trinkets and cheap cuff links in some jewelry boxOne night this old bluesman down on his luckHocked his ax for a measly fifty bucksWith the songs still insideFull of wisdom and lightThat couldn’t be deniedThey were blue collar hymnsWorth more that what they came inHe left it that night with the songs still insideI played it and felt the heart of the DeltaListened and heard the miracle birth of rock n rollMy fingers burned it spoke without words and I learnedThe true meaning of dreaming with my soulI asked around about that old bluesman’s homeFound it and laid his friend by his stoneWith the songs still insideFull of wisdom and lightThat couldn’t be deniedThey were blue collar hymnsWorth more that what they came inI left it that night with the songs still insideThe echoes in that old timer’s guitarHelped me fill my own with scars and heartAfter a gig when I struck it big down southMet a fan in Alabam who was just startin’ outWhen he gave me his new Gibson to signTo pass on what I’d learned I gave him mineWith the songs still insideFull of wisdom and lightThat couldn’t be deniedThey were blue collar hymnsWorth more that what they came inI left it that night with the songs still inside©2007 Robert George

[sgs4u]

I really love this one Robert.

[good4somethingbum]

thanks Steve...I rewrote that first vs a bit.