Gatton and Buchanan
It's a cold night in Washington
There's snow on the ground
The bars are all empty
There's no-one around
But shut off your engine
You may hear the hum
Of a Silverface Fender
Getting ready to run
Come hear the Kings of the Telecaster playing tonight
Danny and Roy will be duelling for you
It's a good day in paradise for picking a fight
Danny plays crazy and Roy
Roy plays the blues
There's a farm in Charles County
That's missing its man
And a cell in Virginia
Where a man chose to hang
But what are you supposed to feel?
What are you going to do?
When your energy's fading
And the last deal fell through?
So let's sing for the pickers
Their precarious lives
Remember the music
That ran down your spine
When you hear the harmonic
Or the beer bottle slide
That's the sound of a bar band
With God on its side
© MarkGSongs 2015