It’s a tale of a restless heart always looking for a brand new start. If you listen close it’s enough to make you cry.
Old whiskey and stale cigarettes, eyes that only see regret and memories of a life that passed him by
He’s standing on the porch of a rundown shack. It’s raining so hard. It’s like a heart attack. There’s a rumble in the sky going by like a lonely train.
He’s straining in the night to see the lights of the city. But it’s raining too hard and loud. He’s feeling like shit so he grabbed his old guitar and place it into the rain…….
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It’s the only song that he ever plays anymore. and he knows right or wrong it’s the only thing he’s got worth livin’ for. So he plays.
It was such a long time ago. He’s a stranger now she don’t know but a song is the strongest kind of a memory. He ain’t got nothing left but a waste of time, too much of her Always on his mind, and it drives him to the brink of insanity
There’s a hurting in his boots like someone died another long day trying to catch a ride next to destination chance just leads the way . Whoever said love, lost could never be found, didn’t take enough time or cover quite enough of ground and I’m the lonely night you might hear him play….
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Another look at a photograph that he keeps beneath his hat, and crumbles up another pack of smokes .
For just one chance he offer his soul , but every time he does, the devil never shows.
He’s beginning to think that it’s all just a great big hoax.
One night in Tennessee he finally tracks her down, in a little bitty plot at the edge of town,
and he falls to his knees when he sees her name in stone.
After all those tears and years in the rain, he could’ve died right then in there from the pain
He sits and plays this song and it kills him to the bone. and he plays.
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So he Plays.