Song to J.C.B. - Eric Andersen

Oh, listen to my story, and I’ll tell you 'bout my friend

Plays the best harmonica, and I love him 'til the end

He’s travelled all the highways from New York to Vancouver Bay

Born in a Georgia shack, he’s in San Francisco today

So listen to what I say

Oh, who’s that man singin' that song?

Who’s that man singin' that song?

Who’s that man?

Tell me who’s that man?

Think it’s J.C., and everybody sing along

Well, J.C. is sittin' out there on Grand Street

Ain’t got much money, and he ain’t got much to eat

Well, all you rich people passin' by his feet

You make J.C. so sad sometime that he don’t know how to sleep

I remember them lonely nights, we’d sit and hear J.C. play

Fruze and m and Godfrey all a-crouched in a somethin' blu way

Laughin' and cryin' and a-stompin' our feet

'Til the landlord said, «Move on!

Get out!

My children are asleep!»