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
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!\" then shuffled out the door
Enthused by what he told me, I never got his name