Lyrics

He picked the guitar
He practiced every night
He sang his heart out
In that two dollar mic

His soul held the pen
His spirit held the words
The sound echoed through
The walls in that old room

It was Kentuky, Rockin' Rythm Blues
Mixed with a little Texas Soul too
He picked till his fingers turned Blue
He sung to the moon
It was Kentuky, Rockin' Rythm Blues
Mixed with a little Texas Soul too
He picked till his fingers turned Blue
He sung to the moon

It was Kentuky, Rockin' Rythm Blues
Mixed with a little Texas Soul too
He picked till his fingers turned Blue
He sung to the moon

It was Kentuky, Rockin' Rythm Blues
Mixed with a little Texas Soul too
He picked till his fingers turned Blue
He sung to the moon

He picked the guitar
He practiced every night
He sang his heart out
In that two dollar mic

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