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I've just about worked out the melody on this... What'cha think CK?  Knew an old man down in Memphis Thirty years ago Who would sit out on his porch And open up his soul Had a nineteen fifties tele' Worn from years of use Used to entertain us kids By playing us the blues He could bend those strings and Make that guitar sing He could break your heart and make you cry Yeah', that was guitar Joe Oh Yeah', guitar Joe Old Joe loved Mary Jane And she loved him too Said she was his pride And why he played the blues Joe learned loss behind bars And played in quite a few Never made the big time But sure paid his dues We'd watch his fingers dance That guitar was his stage He'd play as if possessed I was amazed He lit that fire in my blood and Wrapped it 'round my soul I wrote this song in honor I owe that much to Joe
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