…is confusing to folks on the East Coast when I tell them about the time that they played for four hours at the Newport and it was raining outside…
But me and everyone I knew still locked arms after the show and walked down High Street singing "Oh! Susquehanna" at the top of our lungs til some…
…which pretty means that sometimes
they let a banjo or a cello crawl into bed with the screaming
and all their shows feel like…
…the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away once again
The boat's steaming in
I watch…
…the sidewheel spin
And I think about her when
I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
I knew all the time
That she'd go…
…runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
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When…
Listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low…
…did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away again
Listen…
…about her when I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
I knew all the time that she'd go
But that's a choice I made long ago…
…to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen…
…the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away again
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen…
…to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
The boat's steaming in
I watch the side wheel spin and I
Think about her when I hear…
…to the music on the lake
Oh, listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Oh, listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen…
…by the lakeshore
She did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away once again...whoa, again…
The boat's steaming in
I watch the sidewheel spin
And I think about her when I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
Oh, I…
…to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen…
…the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away again
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen…
…to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
The boat's steaming in
I watch the side wheel spin and I
Think about her when I hear…
…to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break every... time she runs away
Listen to the banjo in
Sad song drifting low
Listen…
…the sound of a summer storm
Played on the lake like a Mandolin
Now it's washing her away... once again...
The boat's steaming…
…in
I watch the sidewheel spin and I
Think about her when I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
I knew all the time that she'd go…
…to the music on the lake
Oh, listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Oh, listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen…
…did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away once again...whoa, again…
The boat's steaming in
Oh, I watch the sidewheel spin
And I think about her when I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
Oh, I…
…to the music on the lake
Oh, listen to my heart break every time she runs away
Oh, listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen…
…by the lakeshore
She did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away once again...whoa, again…
The boat's steaming in
Oh, I watch the sidewheel spin
And I think about her when I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
Oh…
…butterfly wings
and a mad dog that wouldn't
sit still
he went and took up with a Salvation Army
Band girl
who played dirty water…
…home from the war
with a party in his head
and an idea for a fireworks display
and he knew that he'd be ready with
a stainless steel…
…expectations he lit out for California
with a flyswatter banjo on his knee
with a lucky tiger in his angel hair…
…butterfly wings
and a mad dog that wouldn't sit still
he went and took up with a Salvation Army Band girl
who played dirty water…
…home from the war
with a party in his head
and an idea for a fireworks display
and he knew that he'd be ready with
a stainless steel…
…expectations he lit out for California
with a flyswatter banjo on his knee
with a lucky tiger in his angel hair…
And on down to New Orleans
And while we were down there, we had a name of a fella to look up
Billy Fair was a five-string banjo picker
Lived…
And he took us over there to 912 Toulouse Street
The only entrance I knew to this place
Was over a back fence up…
…west
Heading for the Smoky Mountains
Frank was in the back seat practicing the banjo
Said "Hey Frank, what was that song you played…
Liquored up in Jackson after the show
Bucket full of wild oats I had to sew
The Motor City knew just where I should go
Hundreds…
…of women for old Adam Banjo
Thousand pickup trucks in a gravel parking lot
Looked at my roadie and said, "Ready…
…a ballad
Don't give a hoot
di*k soup
Played in San Fransisco for some free love
Met a big ol' hippie chick from heaven above
Looked back…
Liquored up in Jackson after the show
Bucket full of wild oats I had to sew
The Motor City knew just where I should go
Hundreds…
…of women for old Adam Banjo
Thousand pickup trucks in a gravel parking lot
Looked at my roadie and said, "Ready…
…a ballad
Don't give a hoot
Dick soup
Played in San Fransisco for some free love
Met a big ol' hippie chick from heaven above
Looked back…
F:Nobody else could miss her
Not half as much as me
She cried so when I - pardon me
That's just a shade loud on the snare drum…
C:She's the sweetest little rosebud
That Texas ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
F:See now you…
…the sweetest little rosebud
That Texas ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
F:See you're slipping back into your old…