I've seen a thousand midnight rains
And felt the rattle in my veins
I park my wheels by the rusted gate
Where a lonely fiddle meets its fate
He plays the ghosts of a silver screen
The saddest song I've ever seen
Four strings shaking in the humid air
The last man standing at the fair
The screen is torn like an old wool coat
A wooden stage and a single note
He watches the lot where the cars once sat
Under the brim of a weathered hat
He plays the ghosts of a silver screen
The saddest song I've ever seen
Four strings shaking in the humid air
The last man standing at the fair
The wind blows cold through the broken glass
Watching the slow summer evenings pass
He doesn't ask for a single dime
Just keeping count of the wasted time
The B3 organ begins to moan
A heavy sound for a man alone
No one is left to buy a ticket now
But he keeps his promise, he keeps his vow
I told him once that the road is long
But he just played me a different song
A few good miles and a steady hand
The only music in a hollow land
He plays the ghosts of a silver screen
The saddest song I've ever seen
Four strings shaking in the humid air
The last man standing at the fair
My engine idles in the velvet gray
Waiting for the light of another day
He bows the wood until the resin bleeds
Planting the rhythm like iron seeds
He plays the ghosts of a silver screen
The saddest song I've ever seen
Four strings shaking in the humid air
The last man standing at the fair
Just one more tune for the empty road
Carry the weight of a heavy load
Yeah, keep it playin'.
