Wiper blades smear the prairie rain
Gas pump numbers spin like dice
My soundboard holds a whiskey stain
Tuner waits for the turn of ice
Neon A-four-forty burns bright
Cello weeps low in the night
Banjo claws where the sidewalk ends
Fiddle screams loud to wake the dead
Grease monkey wrench fits my tuning pin
Coffee steam fogs the window glass
Foot stomp shakes the floorboard din
Prairie wind kicks up diesel grass
Neon A-four-forty burns bright
Cello weeps low in the night
Banjo claws where the sidewalk ends
Fiddle screams loud to wake the dead
Martin guitar rides shotgun seat
Bowed cello sings through busted spring
Warm mic catches midnight heat
Group shout rings where the phones don't ring
Neon A-four-forty burns bright
Cello weeps low in the night
Banjo claws where the sidewalk ends
Fiddle screams loud to wake the dead
Keys stick slow like cold pancakes
Syrup drips on gas pump grates
Hammer felt wears a grease-stained coat
Neon sign sputters final note
Neon A-four-forty burns bright
Cello weeps low in the night
Banjo claws where the sidewalk ends
Fiddle screams loud to wake the dead
Tuning fork rests on the dash steel
Neon buzz drinks the last coffee