[Intro Harmonica,saxophone upbeat, too sad, unique duet]
[Verse]
Well, the sun used to rise on my hooded flame,
Steel in my hands, I was king of the game.
Root pass like silk, every cap would shine bright,
Stacked up like dimes in the morning light.
[Verse harmonica, majestic]
Now I sit in this chair with a screen so cold,
Pushing them papers, feelin’ tired and old.
The keys ain’t the same as the rod in my grip,
And the boss man’s laugh is a sting on my lip.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade all these walls for the spark and the smoke,
One more steady hand, one more perfect stroke.
But my eyes are dim and my fingers shake,
Like an earthquake rollin’, Lord, give me a break.
[Bridge harmonica piano and a twisted unique duet]
The harmonica cries like the wind through the pipes,
The deep bass hums of the long-gone nights.
I can still hear the hiss of the weld comin’ true,
But the machine’s got no heart, and neither do you.
[Verse]
They called me the best, the quickest around,
Every joint I laid was a hole in the ground.
Now the young boys laugh, say I’m slow as the rain,
But they’ll never know what it means to reign.
[Pre-Chorus]
The fiddle it weeps like my soul in this room,
A ghost in the wires, a man out of tune.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade all these walls for the spark and the smoke,
One more steady hand, one more perfect stroke.
But my eyes are dim and my fingers shake,
Like an earthquake rollin’, Lord, give me a break.
[Chorus]Oh, I’d trade all these walls for the spark and the smoke,
One more steady hand, one more perfect stroke.
But my eyes are dim and my fingers shake,
[Harmonica saxophone piano combined and unforeseen yet amazing Triet]
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