Coffee pot is humming low
Grease is popping in the flow
I see him by the alley gate
Standing there and playing late
Oh play that rusty silver string
Make the midnight alley ring
He plays a tune for every ghost
The one the city loves the most
Rain is falling on the street
Mixing with the heavy heat
He wears a coat of faded grey
Watching all the crowds drift away
Oh play that rusty silver string
Make the midnight alley ring
He plays a tune for every ghost
The one the city loves the most
He doesn't ask for any gold
Just a story to be told
His bow is worn and thin and old
Fighting off the winter cold
Oh play that rusty silver string
Make the midnight alley ring
He plays a tune for every ghost
The one the city loves the most
Regulars come in for their pie
Watch the dampness in his eye
He saws the air with steady hand
The lonely king of No Man's Land
The lights flicker red and blue
Everything he plays is true
Tear the midnight wide apart
Pull the rhythm from his heart
I'll flip the sign and lock the door
Sweep the crumbs off of the floor
Walk out where the drizzle clings
And listen while the old man sings
Oh play that rusty silver string
Make the midnight alley ring
He plays a tune for every ghost
The one the city loves the most
Keep on playing, old friend
Until the midnight end (Stomp)
Just one more song.
