Well when I was a young boy I used to slip away Down to the ashgrove To hear the old blues men play There was Big Joe and Lightniní And Reverend Gary too Well Iíd sit and stare and dream Of doiní what they could do.
Well itís been thirty years since the ashgrove burned down And Iím out on this highway traveliní town to town Tryiní to make a liviní Tryiní to pay the rent Tryiní to figure out where my life went.
I wanna go back to the ashgrove Thatís where I come from I wanna go back to the ashgrove Thatís where I belong.
Well you donít have to go searchiní Pretend to put on airs ĎCause the blues are gonna find you someday, somewhere Now my motherís gone Now my fatherís gone And all the old blues men have all passed on And Iím out on this highway traveliní town to town Settiní up my gear and then Iím teariní it down Turniní up my guitar Standiní on the stage Iím just tryiní to raise the ghosts up out of their graves.
I wanna go back to the ashgrove Thatís where I come from Yeah I wanna go back to the ashgrove Thatís where I belong.
Well I canít say I been all sinner Canít say I been all saint Iíve done some good deeds and Iíve made big mistakes I been in and out of love Said words I regret I been drunk, been sober Smoked too many cigarettes And Iím out on this highway traveliní town to town And the news on the radio just brings me down Intolerance and fear Ignorance and lies Itís the same old same old I heard a million times And Iím thinkiní of friends and lovers And how they come and go Like look-alike houses on the side of the road Full of everyday people tryiní to get ahead Tryiní to find a reason just to get out of bed ĎCause we all need somethiní just to get us through Well Iím gonna play the blues tonight man ĎCause thatís what I do.
Iím goiní back to the Ashgrove Thatís where I come from Iím goiní back to the Ashgrove Thatís where I belong.