Never got the chance to tell him I liked the boots he wore And the faded denim jacket bought from some Mississippi store And I watched him there in the spotlight And the crowd called out for more I sat out back and listened underneath the trees And the songs kept reminding me of where I'd been And the blues notes floated softly on the australian wind And we were both so far from home In this little ol' hippie town And the delta singer He just kept on laying it down You only got one way to play it And the blues they never lie But you get so tired of fighting the flavor of the week And it drives you to a distant shore Where you might find some place And I walk out on the stage Feeling kind of out of time With rain on my shoulder and the spanish girl on my mind And when there's nobody left around Who remembers the songs that were wrote Like the delta singer I keep waiting on the next soulful note