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Behind the song:
This was my first blues song.
Lyrics:
He went down to Memphis town
But not for Rock and Roll
He wasn’t there for Gospel
He wasn’t there for soul
He was on a mission
Knew what he had to do
He had a bag of 7th notes
Of course he played the blues
Chorus:
Hard times
He surely knew
Calloused hands
Worn out shoes
Comin’ up weren’t easy
Had to pay his dues
Everything the hard way
Of course he played the blues
The bus stopped at Graceland
That’s not where he was bound
He was lookin’ for that place
That’s sorrow’s sacred ground
He knew where he was going
He put direction to his feet
Threw that gig bag on his back
Headed straight for Beale Street
Chorus:
Hard times
He surely knew
Calloused hands
Worn out shoes
Comin’ up weren’t easy
Had to pay his dues
Everything the hard way
Of course he played the blues
Now every Friday evenin’
Once the sun goes down
Listen hard on Beale Street
For a sad lonesome sound
And if you have a dollar
Well, do what you can do
Hard times made the man
Of course he played the blue
Chorus:
Hard times
He surely knew
Calloused hands
Worn out shoes
Comin’ up weren’t easy
Had to pay his dues
Everything the hard way
Of course he played the blues
Of course he played the blues
Of course he played the blues
Of course he played the blues
