The old boys drinkin' / Tellin' 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 until three in / The morning Dreamin' of the place I'd found / Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter Ain't nothing meaner / Than the old boy howlin' on his / Guitar alone Tellin' the story 'bout the blues / 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 / Than an old boy howlin' on his / Guitar alone Tellin' the story 'bout the blues / 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 The story 'bout the blues man's road / Taught me everything I know Yes we all knew that blues man's road That's why they call this damn thing / Rock and roll