Origineel
The old boys drinkin’
Telling the stories
‘Bout the way it used to be
A steel string box
Was every blues man’s women
Everybody knew Lucille
From the Delta to the chain gang
I was born to the rhythm
Raised on volume
Wired to a different sound
Plain damn reckless till three in the morning
Dreaming of the place I’d found
When the sugar tastes a little sweeter
Ain’t nothing meaner
Then the old boy howling on his guitar alone
Telling the story ‘bout the blue man’s road
Well he taught me everything I know
We all knew that blues man’s road
That’s why they call this thing rock and roll
We were white city slip kids playing in
The streets
The songs of the black man’s band
With our tail drags dragging Mojo’s working
Got the blast from the big boss man
Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter
Ain’t nothing meaner
Then the old man howling on his guitar alone
Telling the story ‘bout the blue man’s road
He taught me everything that I’ve ever known
We all knew that blues man’s road
That’s why they call this damn thing rock and roll
The story ‘bout the blue man’s road
Taught me everything I know
Yeah we all knew that blues man’s road
That’s why they call this damn thing rock and roll
Vertaling
The old boys drinkin’
Vertellen de verhalen
Over hoe het vroeger was
A steel string box
Was de vrouw van elke bluesman
Iedereen kende Lucille
From the Delta to the chain gang
I was born to the rhythm
Verhoogd op volume
Wired to a different sound
Gewoon verdomd roekeloos tot drie uur in de ochtend
Dreaming of the place I’d found
When the sugar tastes a little sweeteter
Is er niets gemener
Then the old boy howling on his guitar alone
Het verhaal vertellend over de blauwe man’s weg
Well he taught me everything I know
We kenden allemaal die blues man’s road
Dat is waarom ze dit rock en roll noemen
We waren blanke stadskinderen die speelden in
de straten
The songs of the black man’s band
With our tail drags dragging Mojo’s working
Got the blast from the big boss man
Where the sugar tastes a little sweeter
Ain’t nothing meaner
Dan de oude man huilend op zijn gitaar alleen
Hij vertelt het verhaal van de blauwe man’s weg
He taught me everything that I’ve ever known
We kenden allemaal die blues man’s road
Dat is waarom ze dit verdomde ding rock and roll noemen
Het verhaal over de weg van de blauwe man
Leerde me alles wat ik weet
Ja, we kenden allemaal de blues man’s road
Daarom noemen ze dit verdomde ding rock and roll