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Guitar Joe

Verse
Knew an old man down in Memphis
Bout twenty years ago
Who would sit out on his front porch
And open up his soul.
Had a nineteen fifties tele;
Was worn from years of use.
Used to entertain us youngsters
By playing us the blues.
Chorus
He could bend those strings and vocalize
The torment in his soul.
He could break your heart and make you cry.
Yes that was guitar Joe.
Yes that was guitar Joe.
Verse
Old Joe he loved his Mary Jane.
He said she loved him too,
Said, she was his inspiration
And why he played the blues.
Joe had served some time behind bars
And he played in quite a few.
Said he never made the big time
But he sure paid his dues.
Chorus
He could bend those strings and vocalize
The torment in his soul.
He could break your heart and make you cry.
Yes that was guitar Joe.
Yes that was guitar Joe.
Verse
We’d watch his fingers dance along.
That guitar was his stage.
He’d play as if he was possessed
As we sat there engaged.
He transfused the blues in my blood
Wrapped it around my soul.
I wrote this song to honor him.
I owe that much to Joe.
Chorus
He could bend those strings and vocalize
The torment in his soul.
He could break your heart and make you cry.
Yes that was guitar Joe.
Yes that was guitar Joe.

I see a hybrid of remembrances of Elvis paired with shades of that David Allen Coe song about encountering the ghost of Hank Williams;l


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2hJLa0T-Sw

Hey Carroll, I think Christian and I are going to bang this one around a bit. He's got a nice guitar blues arrangement that I think fits nicely

as always feel free.

Some songs just flow, and so does Guitar Joe. Read it around, and sang it I guess, very well structured, had good use of the hook, and was very well visualized. Thank you for sharing. ckiphen.

I've just about worked out the melody on this... What'cha think CK?

Knew an old man down in Memphis
Thirty years ago
Who would sit out on his porch
And open up his soul
Had a nineteen fifties tele'
Worn from years of use
Used to entertain us kids
By playing us the blues

He could bend those strings and
Make that guitar sing
He could break your heart and make you cry
Yeah', that was guitar Joe
Oh Yeah', guitar Joe

Old Joe loved Mary Jane
And she loved him too
Said she was his pride
And why he played the blues
Joe learned loss behind bars
And played in quite a few
Never made the big time
But sure paid his dues

We'd watch his fingers dance
That guitar was his stage
He'd play as if possessed
I was amazed
He lit that fire in my blood and
Wrapped it 'round my soul
I wrote this song in honor
I owe that much to Joe

That’ll work