Verse 1:

      D

The room was dark and dusty

                                C

At the corner table game

                 D

He wore black and shades to hide his eyes

                                        C

But I saw them just the same

Chorus:

 G                                D

Lay it down, lay it all damn down

A                                          D

    Put your money on the preacher’s son

             C                                   D

He’s a good blues picker for a gamblin’ man

            C                                    D

He’s a juke joint player, with a winnin’ hand

Verse 2:

I watched him from a distance

As he won most every hand

Every time he won he would make a song

‘bout some back door travelin’ man

(Chorus)

Bridge1:

             G                   D                 Bm           A           G

People say he was a rebel. Say in ‘38 was when he died

                 D                              G                               Bm         

You don’t ask him “where you come from,” you just know to

        A

let it ride

           D

Lay it down

Verse 3:

He stood up and he faced me

He said “son it’s your turn to play”

And now I’m making songs to one-eyed jacks

Who said nothing ever came my way

(Chorus)

Bridge 2:

People say he was a rebel. Say in ‘38 was when he died

There’s a blues tune playing on the seabird

I’d swear it was him inside

(Bridge 1)

Lay it down