Verse 1 Every night I climb the stage of the old bar, Horn in my hand, My heart breaks the cage, The room is full of shadows, Whiskey and smoke, The bass starts to play, The drums start to make a sound, The guitar cries a story it just can't hide, And when I blow that silver horn so bright, Chorus Oh, I live for the music, I live for the sound, For the lost and lonely people who gather around, From the Chicago nights to the distant roads, My trumpet and my blues are always by my side. Through the smoke and the sorrow, Through the laughter and the pain, I play from my heart like a long, gentle train, And if I can make one stranger smile tonight, Then the blues will keep burning like a neon light. Verse 2 I've played in crowded cities, I've played in towns so small, I've played for kings and dreamers, I've played for everyone, The bartender keeps pouring, The midnight clock ticks slowly, The dancers keep swaying in place, And every bend and whisper I breathe so true, Paints another picture in a deep bluesy hue. Chorus Oh, I live for the music, I live for the sound, For the lost and lonely people who gather around, From Chicago nights to roads far and wide, My trumpet and my blues are always by my side. Through the smoke and the sorrow, Through the laughter and the pain, I play from my heart like a long, gentle train, And if I can make one stranger smile tonight, Then the blues will keep burning like a neon light. [Bridge-Solo Guitar Solo Saxophone] Verse 3 When the last call is made and the crowd fades, I still hear the notes at the end of each day, For this horn is more than metal, More than breath and rhyme, This is the faithful friend that has walked with me through time. I will stand with my brothers as in the nights before, My soul forever belongs to the Chicago blues. Partial Chorus: Oh, I live for the music, I live for the sound, For the lost and lonely people who gather around, From the Chicago nights to the distant roads, My trumpet and my blues are always by my side.
