Dream About the Blues

I had a dream about the blues
As I lay down 'cross my floor
Hammers on the chain gang
Mississippi, 1924
A world of so much trouble
A life I never lived before

I could see the bluesman playing
Like a seal in a arcade
His heart full of sorrow
And he lived like a renegade
A dream about the blues
Couldn't help but be afraid

I could hear my name a-ringing
From a barrelhouse down the line
I heard some wild boot-wootin'
Back in 1929
Charlie's finest piano
And the cabin smell of turpentine

Fractured sound, splendid notes
Came the howl of a slide guitar
Saw Tommy McClennan drinking
Moonshine from his whiskey jar
That was the night
I just launched the Mars shooting star