RAY CHARLES

THE MASTER SITS AT THE PIANO,
ENTERTAINING LIKE HE ALWAYS CAN.
FORTY-EIGHT YEARS , STANDING ROOM ONLY,
EVERYONE , A RAY CHARLES FAN.

HE'S SEEN IT ALL , COME AND GO,
OL' MAN RIVER KEEPS ROLLIN' ALONG.
A MAGICIAN , WHO TINKLES THE IVORY,
RAY WOULD SAY , THE SAME OLD SONG.

HE FEELS THE PULSE , KNOWS THE TUNE,
THAT WILL BRING THEM TO THEIR FEET.
MUSICAL SAVOIR-FAIRE , BLACK MAGIC,
RAY CHARLES , THE MAESTRO , SWEETER THAN SWEET.

BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK , A TIME OR TWO,
THE KIDS CAN LEARN A LESSON FROM ME.
THERE'S ALWAYS YOUNGER AND BETTER,
THE ROOTS ARE WHAT ANCHOR THE TREE.

WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS