I met a man, a ragged man, a lonely night-time creature
Shinning like a moon behind his silhouette
He seemed to know the world, he was a deep-down preacher
Tonight he plays guitar and plays it like child
He sang (Life like), god is on our side
CHORUS
I’m turning, turning on my radio
Listen to, listen to Jesus sing the blues
I’m turning, turning on my radio
Listen to, listen to Jesus sing the blues
I met a man, a ragged man, with ink-stained hands
Writing seven nights/days a week
He was a slave, a slave without a ball and chain
This is his word, this is his word, this is his word
Life’s like god is on my side
CHORUS
I’m turning, turning on my radio
Listen to, listen to Jesus sing the blues
I’m turning, turning on my radio
Listen to, listen to Jesus sing the blues