BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC

He d play the Orange Blossom Special and The Devil s Dream
He d hang in the air a melody like a barroom full of smoke
That bow be going like lightning and his foot be pounding the floor like thunder
But I guess someplace in there the string just broke
And I can remember well that night at the end of the tenth line
We were sitting by the water, must have been a quarter to four
And he d pull out that fiddle and get to playing
The wind wasn t blowing but the trees were all swaying
And Danny was tickling the moon with the tip of his bow
The tune he was playing I forgot the name
But I d give my guitar right now to hear it played that way again

But nothing lasts forever and I guess that s just the way things go
But we ve all gotta keep on dancing even though the fiddlers packed up and gone home

There s a fiddle in a box in my closet, doesn t ever stay in tune
But he d rosin up that bow and tune it best he could and saw that sucker right in two
I m gonna keep it there in my closet and take it with me when I go to the promise land
And when I see him there I m gonna ask him if he ll play that song for me again
Seems like an awful waste though don t it?
But I never did get too good anyways on it
I guess there ain t words good for a friend who s passed on
And even if there were I don t think you could fit them all into one song.