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The old man told his story
About the years gone by
How he played his horn down in new orleans
In some old dingy dive
i knew 'em all back then. he said
As he reached out for his horn
He closed his eyes and wet his lips
Then the blues were born.
He played with so much feelin'
Tears came from his eyes
He stopped and reminisced a bit
And then he gave a sigh!
Said, you know, i almost made it
But that was before your time
Dixieland, po' folks blues
Scatman jack and wine.
Slapped his knee and gave a grin
It sure was good back then
Reaching for his horn on the floor
Placed it in an old towsack
That hung across his back
He said goodbye!
And shuffled out the door.
Enthused by what he told me
I never got his name
So, i called the waitress over
And started to explain
A tired old man - his tarnished horn