Lyrics:

I Guess I Tried To Show You How**lf**i''d Take The Crowd With My Guitar**lf**and Business Men Would Clap Their Hands**lf**and Clip Another Fat Cigar**lf**and Publishers Would Spread The News**lf**and Print My Music Far And Wide**lf**and All The Kids Who Played The Blues**lf**would Learn My Licks With A Bottle Neck Slide**lf****lf**but Now It Seems The Bubble''s Burst**lf**although You Know There Was A Time**lf**when Love Songs Gathered In My Head**lf**with Poetry In Every Line**lf**and Strong Men Strove To Hold The Doors**lf**while With My Friends I Passed The Age**lf**when People Stomped On Dirty Floors**lf**before I Trod The Rock''n''roll Stage**lf****lf**i''ll Thank The Man Who''s On The ''phone**lf**and If He Has The Time To Spend**lf**the Problem I''ll Explain Once More**lf**and Indicate A Sum To Lend**lf**that Ten Percent Is Now A Joke**lf**maybe Thirty, Even Thirty-Five**lf**i''ll Say My Daddy''s Had A Stroke**lf**he''d Have One Now, If He Only Was Alive**lf****lf**i Like The Way You Look At Me**lf**you''re Laughing Too Down There Inside**lf**i Took My Chance And You Took Yours**lf**you Crewed My Ship, We Missed The Tide**lf**i Like The Way The Music Goes**lf**there''s A Few Good Guys Who Can Play It Right**lf**i Like The Way It Moves My Toes**lf**just Say When You Want To Go And Dance All Night...