Smoke in the ally ya
Fire in the door
Y’all go down that way
You gonna get burned for sure.

Sirens in the night
Engine number five
Captain brings the boys down sometimes
Just to hear it live

And it’s a long slow roll
The old man has got an axe with a soul
He plays it sweet and low
He leaves ‘em crying every time
He lets the Humbuckers go

The piano’s playin’ fat rolls
Playin’ one four fives
The crowd will dance in the dark
Just to feel the vibe

Kids in the street
Listening to the bricks for the beat
The old man with the lightening hands
plays it cool tight and neat

And it’s a long slow roll
The old man has got an axe with a soul
He plays it sweet and low
He leaves them crying every time
He lets the Humbuckers go

Bluesmen turn to smoke
In the clear clear clear light of dawn
And by the sharp harsh bright of day
Mmmm . . . the crowd is gone

The Old man walks the boulevard
With his case that’s traveled so far
But he’ll be back when night descends
To sooth the need with his electric guitar

And it’s a long slow roll
The old man has got an axe with a soul
He plays it sweet and low
He leaves them crying every time
He lets the Humbuckers go

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