Karaoké The Old Man and His Horn Gene Watson

The old man told his story about the years gone by

How he played his horn down in New Orleans in some old dingy dive

I knew 'em all back then he said as he reached out for his horn

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

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Slapped his knee and gave a grin it sure was good back then

Reaching for his horn on the floor

Placed it in an old towsack that hung across his back

He said goodbye and 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 and 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

I'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

Slapped his knee and gave a grin

It sure was good back then

Reaching for his horn on the floor

Placed it in an old towsack that hung across his back

He said goodbye and shuffled out the door

He said goodbye then shuffled out the door