The Delta Singer - Tony Joe White

Never got the chance to tell him

I liked the boots he wore

And the faded denim jacket bought from some

Mississippi store

And I watched him there in the spotlight

And the crowd called out for more

I sat out back and listened underneath the trees

And the songs kept reminding me of where I’d been

And the blues notes floated softly on the Australian wind

And we were both so far from home

In this little ol' hippie town

And the delta singer

He just kept on laying it down

You only got one way to play it

And the blues they never lie

But you get so tired of fighting the flavor of the week

And it drives you to a distant shore

Where you might find some place

And I walk out on the stage

Feeling kind of out of time

With rain on my shoulder and the Spanish girl on my mind

And when there’s nobody left around

Who remembers the songs that were wrote

Like the delta singer I keep waiting on the next soulful note