Lyrics
[instrumental extended intro]
[Drums start on chorus]
[Harmonica riff]
[Trumpet riff]
[Break]
Well, the years have slipped away, like sand through an hourglass,
Lost my friends one by one, watched 'em all pass.
My sweet woman, she's gone too, Lord, it cuts me deep,
Now I'm sittin' here alone, with memories I can't keep.
[Harmonica break]
[Drums intro]
[Chorus]
But this old microphone, still standin' by my side,
Can't play my guitar, these fingers just won't abide.
But I can sing my blues, let that sorrow flow,
Through this beat-up mic, in the only way I know.
[Break]
My children, they've all flown, to chase their own dreams,
Left me in this house, with echoes of their screams.
Used to pick that guitar, every night 'til dawn,
Now these hands won't move, but the music ain't gone.
[Guitar break]
[Guitar solo]
[Break]
[Chorus]
This old microphone, still standin' by my side,
Can't play my guitar, these fingers just won't abide.
But I can sing my blues, let that sorrow flow,
Through this beat-up mic, in the only way I know.
[Bridge]
I remember days of laughter, nights of sweet song,
Now it's just me and my blues, tryin' to stay strong.
This voice is all I got, to tell my tale of woe,
And this old mic keeps me singin', never let me go.
[Trumpet solo]
So I'll sing about the past, 'bout the love and the loss,
About the price you pay, and the heavy cost.
'Cause even though I'm old, and my body's wearin' thin,
This blues runs deep, right under my skin.
[Harmonica break]
[Chorus]
This old microphone, still standin' by my side,
Can't play my guitar, these fingers just won't abide.
But I can sing my blues, let that sorrow flow,
Through this beat-up mic, in the only way I know.
[Outro]
So here's to the old days, and the ones I've lost,
To the dreams we shared, and the lines we've crossed.
I'll keep on singin', 'til my last breath's through,
With this old mic and my blues, I'll sing for you.
I pray God every night' n day
to forgive my sins and le me go away
Once on the other side
I'll be back with my wife'n friends
[Harmonica solo]
[Break]
[Chorus]
This old microphone, still standin' by my side,
Can't play my guitar, these fingers just won't abide.
But I can sing my blues, let that sorrow flow,
Through this beat-up mic, in the only way I know.
[Outro]
So here's to the old days, and the ones I've lost,
To the dreams we shared, and the lines we've crossed.
I'll keep on singin', 'til my last breath's through,
With this old mic and my blues, I'll sing for you.
[Harmonica break]
I pray The Lord, every night' n day
to forgive my sins and let me go away
Once on the other side
I'll be back with my wife and my friends
