Ode to Stevie Ray Legend in Bronze by Joe Cook I'm just sittin' and reminiscin' It's got me real uptight. 'Cause I'm in the presence of a legend And there's no sound stage in sight. Just the image of a man in bronze, A man I used to know. Oh, Lord, what I wouldn't give To have seen his last show! I have memories of a boy of ten Following in his brother's shoes And soon the world would know SRV 'Cause he chose to sing the blues. Now, heaven holds a special grace For musicians, I've been told. The good Lord loves music And to some He gave soul. In yesteryear, there was whiskey and beer And too much party, so he told. In his last scene, he was a clean machine, A sign of hope for you and me. His first love was an old Strat Fender Played with flash, turned to splendor. A mixture of style, he played with a smile That would compliment his peers. Albert Collins and King, Doyle helped him sing, Buddy Guy and Brother Jimmie Lee All helped to inspire, to our hearts desire Now a legend has been made. Now, Lord, could you grant me this favor If only in my dreams Upon a stage, turn life back a page Let them play me one more show. He played his guitar with a passion; Strength and emotion flowed from each hand. He was a Texas Ray of sunshine And Double Trouble was his band. If was his music down in the valley, The last blues he would live to play. Angels came that night to Alpine To comfort them where they lay. Now his songs and his warm spirit Will be remembered, is my prayer, And the stories told will be his touch of gold And the magic when he played. Now, heaven holds a special grace For musicians, I've been told. The good Lord loves music And to some He gave soul. Copyright © 1993, Joe A. Cook, All Rights Reserved.

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