Well, I was eighteen workin' on a road crew in Georgia And he was a Vietnam vet from Tennessee He held the posts while I drove the hammer Rain or shine, side by side, five days a week And he taught me the blues And I'd sing for him old Hank Williams tunes And he'd say, "Boy, the only difference between us Is your white and my black Jesus" Well the pay, it was barely legal And I wasted mine on cigarettes and booze His went to his woman and his children And the rest he'd bet on anything that moves And he taught me the blues And I'd sing for him old Hank Williams tunes And he'd say, "Boy, the only difference between us Is your white and my black Jesus" Well, I awoke last night to the sound of thunder And my mind drifted back to that old man Oh, and I ain't seen him since I left Georgia Oh, but something tells me we'll meet again And he taught me the blues And I'd sing for him ol' Willie Nelson tunes And he'd say, "Boy, the only difference between us Is your white and my black Jesus" When we meet again they'll be nothing between us It'll just be him, and me, and Jesus