Gene Watson

Gene Watson

The Old Man And His Horn
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The Old man told his story about the years gone by 
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How he played his horn down in New Orleans in some old dingy dive 
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"I knew 'em all back then." he said as he reached out for his horn 
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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." 
 


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F G C F C F C Slapped his knee and gave a grin, it sure was good back then C G Reaching for his horn on the floor F G C F C F C placed it in an old towsack that hung across his back F C G C He said "Goodbye!" then 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, mem'ries of years gone by How he played his horn and reminisced, smiled with tear-dimmed eyes. She said you are mistaken, there's been no one but you But I know who you're talkin' 'bout, I used to know him, too You'll find him down on Basin Street in back of an old churchyard A stone that reads, "Rest in Peace", I tried but it sure was hard." Chorus

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