The Ballad of Blackbeard The Artist

Music/Lyrics: Don de Leaumont

He’s kinda like Bob Dylan but he doesn’t play guitar.

His sketches, they tell a lot of stories.

The happy times of Lennon and the girls he’s met in bars.

His sketches are his triumphs and his glories.

Summer time in New Orleans, Chicago in the fall.

Everyplace I’ve longed to see he’s seen them all.

The things that he has seen, and the people he has met.

Are kept within his book as a sketch.

          Hey how are ya?  How you been?

          It’s good to see your face again.

          Been traveling round this country coast to coast.

          From Carolina all the way

          To the San Francisco Bay

          I sketch my world and to life I raise a toast.

He greets you with a hug and the friendliest of smiles.

A cup of coffee and cigarette in hand.

“See ya later” is all he says when it’s time for him to go.

To once again hitch across the land.

So if you see him on the road, help him loose his load,

And offer up a friendly word or two.

He may not have much to give but you’ll forever be,

Remembered in his own sketch of you.

          Chorus Out