Track Insight / Lyrics
Rain streaks the glass, wipers keep time
Meter reads zero, quarter to nine
Fiddle case rests on a rusted gate
Behind the shop where the wild weeds wait
He plays for the backyard, overgrown and deep
Where the hawthorn bushes creep and sleep
No concert hall, no ticket line
Just rosin dust on the greasy pine
Oil stains bloom on the concrete floor
He don't play for tips, don't ask for more
Just a melody for the rusted chain
Drifting soft on the window pane
He plays for the backyard, overgrown and deep
Where the hawthorn bushes creep and sleep
No concert hall, no ticket line
Just rosin dust on the greasy pine
Dispatch crackles, car three move on
But I stay parked till the bridge is gone
High lonesome cry on the G-string low
Keeps the chill off the garage floor
He plays for the backyard, overgrown and deep
Where the hawthorn bushes creep and sleep
No concert hall, no ticket line
Just rosin dust on the greasy pine
Hammond swells, the brass comes in
Where the night shift ends, it begins
No meter running, no fare to pay
Just the music fading away
Case snaps shut at the morning bell
Backyard silent, broke the spell
Wipe the rosin from the worn wood neck
Catch the bus, pay the fare, write the check
He plays for the backyard, overgrown and deep
Where the hawthorn bushes creep and sleep
No concert hall, no ticket line
Just rosin dust on the greasy pine
He plays for the backyard, overgrown and deep
Where the hawthorn bushes creep and sleep
One last note in the morning light
Rosin and rust, fading out right
Rosin and rust
Rosin and rust
Engine turns to dust
