Grease pops on the flat-top grill
Tuner turns the peg until
Coffee stains the porcelain rim
Desert swallows every hymn
Wrench rests on the splintered rail
Heat shimmers on the dusty trail
Night shift ends at morning light
Strings hold tension through the night
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Adobe walls absorb the blow
Tuning fork against the knee
Santa Fe don't bother me
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Regulars order eggs over easy
Tuner hears the wood get queasy
Hash browns crisp in cast iron pan
Sandpaper fingers understand
Wrench rests on the splintered rail
Heat shimmers on the dusty trail
Night shift ends at morning light
Strings hold tension through the night
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Adobe walls absorb the blow
Tuning fork against the knee
Santa Fe don't bother me
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Leslie spins its rotary groan
Brass section mutes a tired tone
Hollowbody hums a lonesome chord
Veranda boards by sun are scored
No neon buzz no city glare
Just mesquite smoke and dusty air
Two calloused hands know what it takes
To keep the dark from making breaks
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Adobe walls absorb the blow
Tuning fork against the knee
Santa Fe don't bother me
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Coffee pot runs dry at dawn
Final octave drawn and gone
Cook wipes down the stainless steel
Tuner packs his wooden wheel
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Adobe walls absorb the blow
Tuning fork against the knee
Santa Fe don't bother me
Wire and wind sing low and slow
Wire and wind
Sand covers what the night began
One last note from the veranda