Well, he was born in 1915
His mama died when he was young
Named him Honeyboy, and he would sure be
A rolling stone
A rolling stone
A rolling stone
A rolling
A rolling

Well, he wrote
A blues that would be
Later become rock and roll
Rolled dice
And drank white whiskey
To save his soul
To save his soul
To save his soul
To save his

Well, he took to playin' guitar
On the blind side of that train
Sang songs so sad and lonesome
So clear and plain
So clear and plain
So clear and plain
So clear and
So clear and

Well, he walked
With Robert Johnson
Was with him on the day he died
He said "Robert, I'm-a ride another sixty-nine years,
"Keep them blues alive,
"Keep them blues alive,
"Keep them blues alive."

Young Cedric
Had a big-legged woman
Honeyboy said, "Cedric, your woman is so fine,
"She's a big cigar,
"I'd smoke it
"If she were mine
"If she were mine
"If she were mine."

Well, he put his hands on my shoulders
Felt like the bark of a tree
He said "Big Head Todd, these hands will guide you,
"When you think of me,
"When you think of me,
"When you think of,
"When you think of."

"Well, the world don't owe me nothin
"Life has been so good to me
"Gave me plenty of good lovin'
"So I can die happily,
"So I can die happily."