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Do you know me? .. |
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Of course you do! .. |
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Though maybe you haven't seen me in a little while |
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I'm that drum beat comin' through your car radio |
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And I'm that thumpin' bass that drags you along with the rhythm |
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I'm that part of music that makes you wanna dance |
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I'm a pure gospel song issuing forth from a Sunday morning church house |
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Jesus! .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus .. Jesus ..Jesus! |
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I'm a happy crystal ring of a high mountain fiddle |
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I'm the blues at midnight oozing out of a back street honky-tonk |
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I'm draw my nourishment from the teeming streets of New York City |
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The lonely grain covered plains of Minnesota |
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From cabaret and camp meeting, and bayou and beer joint and good times and ghettos |
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I was born in a house of New Orleans travelling up the river on the North bound paddle leaders |
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I was nurtured in the Mississippi delta when seeds of the blues sprang forth in the rich black soil |
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I was there when Elvis learned to sing, when BB got his first guitar |
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I'm black and white and smooth and rough and hard and soft |
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I'm the roots of American music |
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And I'm always there just the local service |
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And when the chaff of trend and bad is swept aside |
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I'm exposed again |
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Strong, pulsating and very much alive |
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The winds of change may blow the tree away |
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But the roots remain, then, now and until the end |
