Small town near Waterloo, and I stepped upon the stage
Somebody said, "This is a blues jam, boy and it ain't for folks your age."
Well it took two licks to change his mind, after I stepped down
He shook my hand, I headed out, but I turned around to shout
I said, "Age is but a number man, it's the path that you choose
No reason to think anyone's too young for the blues."
Needed fuel near Omaha, both for ride and mind
Saw a stack of old CD's as a way to pass the time
Guy behind the counter said, these probably ain't for you
I grabbed a stack of five or six and said, "These ones will do."
"Age is but a number, man, and these are ageless tunes
No reason to think anyone's too young for the blues."
Finally on a big town stage, opening the night
A couple thousand people, I got a little bit too high
My voice was really cracking and my knees were shaking fast
Somebody in the front row said, "These guys will never last."
So I picked up my guitar and I aimed it, straight at his head
And felt no need for words, so this is what I said