Cortelia Clark (Live)

歌詞

I was just a boy the year The bluebird special came through here On its first run south to New Orleans A blind old man and I we came To Guthrie just to see the trains He was black and I was green Tell me what you see, he said Is the engine black or red, son Why that's the lightest thing I've ever seen Then he picked his guitar up Sat on the fender of the truck And his eyes lit up As he began to sing I remember when That old man's dreams were chained To a depot down in Guthrie And a bluebird special train He picked his guitar up Shuffled down the walk The cars uptown wound round The buildings at his feet Lookin' mighty proud That old man With his battered hat in his hand Lord, he sung a song, it made me weep I read it in a week old paper That no one made it for his wake Or laid a single flower at his feet He was just some blind old beggar They all said But Lord, I'll wager He won't be beggin' on your streets And you'll find him Lord, this morning He'll be stepping from the dark Would you save a street in glory, Lord For Cortelia Clark? I was just a boy the year The bluebird special came through here On its first run south to New Orleans A blind old man and I, we came To Guthrie just to see the trains He was black I was green