Oh, listen to my story, and I'll tell you 'bout my friend
Plays the best harmonica, and I'll love him to the end
He's traveled all the highways from New York to Vancouver Bay
Born in a Georgia shack, and he's in San Francisco today
So listen to what I say
Who's that man singing that song?
Who's that man singing that song?
Who's that man, and tell me who's that man?
I think it's J.C. and everybody sing along (babe)
Well J.C. sittin' out there on Grant Street
Ain't got much money, and he ain't got much to eat
Well, all you rich people passing by his feet
You make J.C. so sad sometimes that he don't know how to sleep
Ah, he don't know how to sleep
Well, who's that man singing that song?
Who's that man singing that song?
Who's that man, and tell me who's that man?
I think it's J.C. and everybody sing along (babe)
I remember the lonely nights, we'd sit and hear J.C. play
Bruce and me and Godfrey, all crouched in some doorway
Laughing and a-cryin', and stomping our feet
'Til the landlord said, "Move on! Get out! My children now asleep"
I said, "My children now asleep"
Who's that man singing that song?
Who's that man singing that song?
Who's that man? Tell me, who's that man?
I think it's J.C. and everybody sing along (yeah)
Well, J.C. said one night
I'm gonna tell you 'bout my shoes
They walked with Pete Seeger and Sonny Terry too
Tryin' to earn a livin' and tryin' to play the blues
Them souls are getting thin now, and I guess mine is too
Oh, look in his eyes, friend, look at his hands
Seen a lot of livin' and touched a lot of land
And if you don't believe he's breathing and alive
Then you better watch yourself when he's doing the "Old Hand Jive"
Watch J.C. doing the "Old Hand Jive"
Who's blowing them blues? Tell me brother
Who's blowing them blues? Tell me sister
Who's blowing them blues? It's the man you all abuse
I think it's J.C on his old harmonica (hey-now, hoo, hoo, hoo)
