I woke up early before the bell With river mud and a tale to tell The fog was lifting slow and thin Like the world was breathing in And there she came through the cypress line One gold hand on this heart of mine Brand new day for an old bluesman Sun on the water light on the sand I been down low but I still can stand Brand new day for an old bluesman My old guitar was cold all night But she found her voice in the morning light One bent string and one soft moan Said you ain’t finished walking home The banjo answered from a chair Like a little prayer in the Delta air Brand new day for an old bluesman Sun on the water light on the sand I been down low but I still can stand Brand new day for an old bluesman Mosquitoes fading in the golden breeze Birdsong shaking from the willow trees Yesterday’s sorrow still knows my name But it don’t own my breath today I got no crown I got no plan Just six strings and these weathered hands But the river shines like it understands A brand new day for an old bluesman Brand new day for an old bluesman Sun on the water light on the sand I been down low but I still can stand Brand new day for an old bluesman Let the morning roll on slow Let the tired spirit grow Let the hard road turn again Past the bend where light comes in Brand new day for an old bluesman Sun on the water light on the sand I been down low but I still can stand Brand new day for an old bluesman Brand new day For an old bluesman Brand new day And I’m still here
