This was written for a good friend of mine, the lyrics tell the story.
Me and Stevie sitting in a bar,
drinking the night away.
He said he had an old guitar
and he'd teach me how to play.
It was a three chord tune on a Fender Strat,
I thought, Man this is where its at.
So I borrowed that axe and I practiced real hard
and I aint never looking back.
We used to talk about things to come
We'd talk about the moon and Mars,
we'd talk about love and if there was a God above
and we'd talk about our old cars.
We'd discuss the news and political views
and talk about our walking shoes,
but the only thing we really cared about
was me and him playing the blues.
Theres came a day when we went our own ways
and I didnt see him for a while,
then a few years later I was in a bar
and Stevie walked in with a smile,
He said "Im in love" I said, "Im pleased for ya man"
if anybody can you can,
then we got to reminiscing about some folks who were missing
then we talked about that old guitar.
Early one morning I got a call
telling me Stevie had died
He was just thirty seven but they took him to heaven
to that Bluesman in the sky.
Well it seems to be like that dreaded Big C
took him away too soon,
but I'll always remember that old guitar
and playing that three chord tune.
Stevie you were a real good friend
how it hurt to see you go,
an inspiration right too the end
a guidance for my soul
For my soul