Lived life in a simple way that was all your own

Ran away with the circus, just another lonely clown

Finally had a family, but couldn't quite settle down

Found some peace playin' a piece on your fancy ol' harmonica

Wandered like a vagabond, rummaged through the trash

Dressed to impress in a hardhat and a rhinestone covered vest

Never worried 'bout making due with whatever was around

Secondhand was always best, stored away in your treasure chest

You had a favorite song: "Star of the East"

A burnin' desire, a secret wish

Wanted to play up front, to share your gift

Blues sent straight to heaven, givin' praise with everyone

The day finally came when they let you play

Up front like all the rest, you proudly took your place

Put your mouth to your harp, gave it your best

Those who listened merely humoring, but as you played you heard angels sing

Didn't matter what they heard or what they thought

Saw it through to the end, then smiled and left

Having played from the heart right from the start

Sure of a job well done, hoping to share another one

Harp's a-hummin'

Stumblin' and bumblin'

Oooh, Harmonica Man

What appears

When the ear hears?

Oooh, Harmonica Man