Gene Watson - The old man and his horn

^GThe Old man ^G7told his ^Cstory ^CAbout the ^G7years gone ^Cby ^CHow he ^Fplayed his horn down in New Orleans ^FIn some old dingy dive ^C"I knew 'em all back then." he said ^CAs he reached out f^C7or his ^Fhorn ^FHe closed his eyes and ^Cwet his lips ^G7Then the blues were ^Cborn.

^CHe played ^G7with so much ^Cfeelin' ^CTears came ^G7from his ^Ceyes ^FHe stopped and reminisced a bit ^FAnd then he gave a sigh! ^CSaid, "You know, I almost made it ^CBut that was ^C7before your ^Ftime ^FDixieland, ^CPo' Folks Blues ^G7Scatman Jack and ^Cwine. "

^FSlapped his ^Cknee and ^Fgave a ^Cgrin ^CIt ^Fsure was good back ^Cthen ^CReaching for his horn on the ^G7floor ^FPlaced it ^Cin an ^Fold ^Ctowsack ^CThat ^Fhung across his ^Cback ^CHe ^Fsaid "Goodbye!" ^FAnd ^Cshuffled ^G7out the ^Cdoor.

^CEnthused ^G7by what he ^Ctold me ^CI never ^G7got his ^Cname ^CSo, I ^Fcalled the waitress over ^FAnd started to explain ^CA tired old man - his tarnished horn ^CMem'ries of ^C7years gone ^Fby ^FHow he played his horn and reminisced ^G7Smiled with tear-dimmed ^Ceyes.

^CShe said ^G7you are ^Cmistaken ^CThere's been ^G7no one but ^Cyou ^CBut ^FI know who you're talkin' 'bout ^FI used to know him, too ^CYou'll find him down on Basin Street ^CIn back of an ^C7old church^Fyard ^FA stone that reads, "^CRest in Peace" ^CI t^G7ried but it sure was ^Chard. "

^FSlapped his ^Cknee and ^Fgave a ^Cgrin ^CIt ^Fsure was good back ^Cthen ^CReaching for his horn on the ^G7floor ^FPlaced it ^Cin an ^Fold ^Ctowsack ^CThat ^Fhung across his ^Cback ^CHe ^Fsaid "Goodbye!" ^FAnd ^Cshuffled ^G7out the ^Cdoor