Song To J C B - Eric Andersen

Listen to my story and

I'll tell you about my friend

Plays the best harmonica

and will love you to the end

He's travelled all the highways

from New York to Vancouver Bay

Born in a Georgia shack he's

in San Francisco today

So listen to what I say

Who's that man singing that song

Who's that man singing that song

Who's that man Tell me who's that man

Think it's J C and everybody singing along

Well J C is sitting out there on Grand Street

Ain't got much money

and he ain't got that much to eat

Well all you rich people passing by his feet

You make J C so sad sometime

that he don't know how to sleep

I remember them lonely nights

would sit and hear J C play

Fludes means god mean

all crouched in a subway

Laughing and crying and stomping our feet

Till a lamb once said move on

get out my children are asleep

Who's blowing them blues Tell me brother

Who's blowing them blues Tell me sister

Who's blowing them blues

It's the man you all abuse

I think it's J C on his ole harmonica

Well J C said one day

I'm gonna tell you about my shoes

They walked the peace shoes

and a sunny turrey too

Trying to earn a living

and trying away the blues

Them souls is getting thinned out

and I guess mine is too

Look in his eyes a friend look at his hands

Seen a lot of living and touched a lot of land

If you don't bleed he's breathing in a life

And you better watch yourself

when he's doing the old hand jive

Who's that man singing that song

Who's that man singing that song

Who's that man Tell me who's that man

I think it was J C and I think

that he went home