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The Old man told his story about the years gone by 
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How he played his horn down in New Orleans in some old dingy dive 
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\"I knew 'em all back then.\" he said as he reached out for his horn 
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He closed his eyes and wet his lips then the blues were born. 
 
 
He played with so much feelin', tears came from his eyes 
He stopped and reminisced a bit and then he gave a sigh! 
Said, \"You know, I almost made it but that was before your time 
Dixieland, Po' Folks Blues, ScatMan Jack and wine.\" 
 

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Slapped his knee and gave a grin, it sure was good back then 
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Reaching for his horn on the floor 
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placed it in an old towsack that hung across his back  
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He said \"Goodbye!\" then shuffled out the door  
 
 
Enthused by what he told me, I never got his name 
So, I called the waitress over and started to explain 
A tired old man - his tarnished horn, mem'ries of years gone by 
How he played his horn and reminisced, smiled with tear-dimmed eyes. 
 
 
She said you are mistaken, there's been no one but you 
But I know who you're talkin' 'bout, I used to know him, too 
You'll find him down on Basin Street in back of an old churchyard 
A stone that reads, \"Rest in Peace\", I tried but it sure was hard.\" 
 
 
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