Somewhere on the delta
Where the blues was born
A man child's growing
Clothes are old and worn
Plays a box guitar
Strumming out some chords
Singing 'bout salvation
Like his soul is torn
On a blues pilgrimage

Standing at the crossroads
Sinking to his knees
You know he'd sell his soul
If that is what he needs
To make his guitar cry
Join the blues elite
Like the greats before him
He'll make the pilgrimage
On a blues pilgrimage

Down the mississippi
Where the muddy water run
Where son house played
'neath that old hot delta sun
Memphis and st. louis
Hello b.b. king
Straight on the chicago
Following his dream
On a blues pilgrimage

Down the mississippi
Where the muddy water run
Where son house played
'neath that red hot delta sun
Memphis and st. louis
B.b.'s still the king
Straight on to chicago
Following his dream
On a blues pilgrimage.