It appears Buzzy Carlyle is not only on the mend physically, but mentally as well. He sounds like he's ready to take on the role of mentor to aspiring blues men. His guitar playing is getting better as well, more refined and interesting. Really, the difference from this recording to the first one he did for Big And Tall Records is amazing. His voice has mellowed some, lost some of the grit. It doesn't look like Buzzy's going to be able to ditch the wheel chair. His circulation to his lower extremities was so bad because of his heart issues, that regrettably there was permanent damage done. He can walk a little, but if he has to go any length at all, he has to use the chair. But that doesn't seem to get him down. His mental outlook is very good. The heart issues he had really affected circulation all over his frail body, and luckily there was no permanent damage done to his brain. With the songs he's writing and the mentoring he's doing, the old gray matter is working the best it has in years! As well as all that, he just likes visitors, even if they just want to shoot the breeze and talk over things. Buzzy has become a voracious reader, something he says he did in his younger days, and usually someone who reads a lot knows a lot! He's even starting to read guitar chord tabs, which he hasn't done in years. He can't read or write music, but the man knows his chords and how to use them!
The Cardiologist that took care of him in the hospital is still involved with h is care, as well as involved with the facility he's in. As he has nowhere else to go, and any kin he has left has cut off all contact, the Doctor has arranged with Buzzy's permission to have any profits he makes off his recordings go directly to pay for his room in the facility. As Buzzy doesn't make enough royalties to completely pay for his room (at least not yet) the Doctor has stepped in and pays the balance. It helps that the Doctor is a blues fan, and enjoys helping out an old blues man!
Be stuck in this chair on my ass
But I will tell all of you true
It don’t never make me feel blue
Still on the right side of the grass
Lot of folks see me every day
Like an owl, they think I'm smart
They ask me to teach and advise
Ain't so smart, I try anyway
I sho ain’t no Einstein or Bill Gates
Try to clue ‘em on what awaits
Talkin’ to ‘em, sit on the porch
Will do my best to pass the torch
I’m just an ol’ blues man, I say
But they insist that I am wise
And ask me if I would advise
Try my best to show 'em the way
Young’uns come and want to be blues men
Then their faces begin to fade
When I say blues men born, not made
Been a few that don’t come back again
I sho ain’t no Einstein or Bill Gates
Try to clue ‘em on what awaits
Talkin’ to ‘em, sit on the porch
Will do my best to pass the torch
Some of them really got the ol’ itch
Even some gals play the guitar
Man oh man, could go really far
Play just like turnin' on a switch
‘Bout dope, yeah I say it just ain’t fair
But I try not to put 'em down
No accusin' talk, nor a frown
Tell 'em how I got in this chair
I sho ain’t no Einstein or Bill Gates
Try to clue ‘em on what awaits
Talkin’ to ‘em, sit on the porch
Will do my best to pass the torch
You wanna do drugs, booze, and smoke?
What ya'll think, might be conflicted
No matter, you become addicted
Pill poppin’, and shoot up and toke
Got no right to tell you what to do
Ya'll gotta travel yer own way
Nobody else got any say
I tell ya’ it’s all up to you
I sho ain’t no Einstein or Bill Gates
Try to clue ‘em on what awaits
Talkin’ to ‘em, sit on the porch
Will do my best to pass the torch
Listen, my friend! Yer in control?
Ain’t seen nobody that behaves
Maybe I’m dumb, maybe there’s some
But chance it…you may end up…in yer grave
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