Eric Bibb’s “Still livin’ on”: blues people we can’t forget…

Mississippi John Hurt was a farmin' man,

Played a sweet guitar with callused hands.

He touched my heart with southern grace,

One o' my heroes, dead an' gone, still livin' on.

Elizabeth Cotten, as a young girl,

Wrote a famous tune went round the world:

"Freight Train, Freight Train," a timeless song.

One o' my heroes, dead an' gone, still livin' on.

Reverend Gary Davis smoked a fat cigar,

A blind street singer with a big guitar.

Livin' his sermon, he taught us so well.

One o' my heroes, dead an' gone, still livin' on.

Now the great Son House, a delta blues king,

I saw him play early an' sing.

I was a young man then. His time wasn't long.

He's one o' my heroes, dead an' gone, still livin' on.

Sam Charters from Texas, with his wife named Ann,

Been spreadin' the word from land to land.

Blues faces won't fade away.

One o' my heroes—still living on, still living on.

Roebuck Staples, they called him Pops.

His inspiration will never stop.

I hear his voice inside my own.

He's one o' my heroes, dead an' gone, still livin on,

Still livin' on.

Read 'em in a book. Look 'em up on the 'net,

Blues people we can't forget.

Roots need water for the tree to thrive.

Talkin' 'bout my heroes still alive.

Heroes still livin' on.

Yeah, yeah, still livin' on. (ad lib)