I'd been playing my guitar - when I laid down last night Heard some heavenly blues - saw you standing in the spotlight You smiled and I felt closeness - reached out my hand, but you were gone I felt sweet inspiration - woke up and wrote you a song The blues was your church - you invited us in Your blues - a universal language - no matter what colour your skin You taught us: stand together people - instead of being apart You preached healing blues power - It came straight from the heart If there ever was a preacher - preaching the blues If there ever was a teacher - that could fill out his shoes There were no boundaries - no limits When Luther played the blues People flocking to see you - when you came to town Knew you would give it all - knew you wouldn't let them down Sometimes you asked me to join you - for a tune or a song Man, how you lifted me up - didn't want to come down If there ever was a preacher - preaching the blues... I was touring in Texas - you were fixin' to die I called you one last time - with tears in my eyes You were too weak to speak - death was taking it's toll The grave got your body - but the blues got your soul If there ever was a preacher - preaching the blues...