Mojo man the troubadour has passed on his degree
Making bends within the law around hypocrisies
Told his heart it had to think, his brain must learn to feel
How to make a three chord trick, have the power to heal
Muhammad was a maverick, Christ whipped to temple floor
Buddha had the simple licks for rebels in the cause
And all they see is a world of blues frozen at the core
So rise out of the delta blues, put four right on the floor
Blue, blue blood
Drives a living soul
Blue, blue blood
This truth is never old
The spirit does not age
When one, four, five saves
Yeah, save, save, save
Pure blue eyes, pure blue flame
Pure blue blood falls like heaven's pure blue rain
Pure blue lines, pure blue veins
Pure blue love
Let the living river flow
Blue, blue blood
Drives a living soul
Blue, blue blood
This truth is never old
The spirit does not age
When one, four, five saves
Yeah, save, save, save
