A Song With No Name
Walking down Fifth Avenue wearing suit and tie
An uptown blues guitarist caught my eye
He jammed singing in a homemade microphone
I sat by his side and we both weren’t alone
He was playing a song with no name
Every riff unique nothing the same
Music is such a whimsical game
He was playing a song with no name
Well we talked about life and we both had a smile
His aged eyes had seen many a trial
I played with some of the best he did proclaim
I said “Let’s hear it again this song with no name”
He was playing a song with no name
Every riff unique nothing the same
Music is such a whimsical game
He was playing a song with no name
He was a hustler had his case out for spare change
Fingers were whirling his voice deep and strange
The muse was a demon that none dared to tame
The day passed in a flash in a song with no name
He was playing a song with no name
Every riff unique nothing the same
Music is such a whimsical game
He was playing a song with no name
Was he an angel or a demon to tame?
He was playing a song with no name
Perhaps he was really a man of fame
He was playing a song with no name
There was an artist drawing pictures for money
I said draw us handing her a twenty
The day was captured and I rose to depart
He sweetly smiled and said dear child “You touched my heart”
He was playing a song with no name
Every riff unique nothing the same
Music is such a whimsical game
He was playing a song with no name
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