Son of the Blues

Music and Lyrics by Nick Marechal ©2016

By chance or fate

He found a groove

The radio and FM DJs ruled

Lived in a backbeat while his amp sizzled red

A son of the blues

She followed him

After the show

She’s on a diet of Dom Perignon

His kind of poison wears high heels

A gypsy son of the blues

Bright lights and fame

Flash then it’s gone

The shadows dance to an old guitar

Hear it cry in a darkness

Hear a son of the blues

Son of the blues ….