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Blue Harp Man
Sit and start to wonder why
People seem to pass on by
Baby wont you stop and land
Right here beside this blue harp man
Made his name down on Beale Street
Burn it down when he blew heat
It seems these days theres no demand
For a lonely blue harp man
Lost his women and the band
The Lord just laughs at future plans
Needs someone to understand
But they dont listen long
At the wheel and in command
Money pushed into his hand
Date books filled with one night stands
Engagements are all gone
You see theres not an empty seat
On highline wires above the street
Pidgeons tapping three toed feet
Play it blue harp man
Few will listen still he blows
From a worn out carcass music flows
Hungry buzzards circle crows
Fat yesterdays feed fans
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