All these young guitar slingers,
They all think they're Stevie Ray Vaughn,
See how loud they can squeeze as many notes in each measure of each song,
Pentatonic madness,
Tattoos and a cowboy hat,
They think that playin blues don take nothin more than that,
Hello Satan, I dont believe its time to go,
Muddy rollin' over in his grave,
Cause the blues just aint the blues no mo'.