Paroles:
Piano Old Violin

the chair. Burnt toast, a beer from the wood, an' old Jerry Thomas' teeth. Jerry an' Chet an' Cannon an' Ball, a banjo picking Bill Keith. An' old bungalows

twilight turns from amethyst to deep and deeper blue lamps light with a pale green glow the trees of the avenue the old piano plays an air sedate and

in the chair Burnt toast, a beer from the wood and old jerry thomas' teeth Jerry and chuck and cannon and ball, a banjo pickin' bill keith And old bank

thoughts Dreams old men dream It?s just like when we were kids We?d lay around wondering We try to listen to what they say x2 Push my piano outside I

buried deep in the ground I lay into the piano with the pedal pushed down It rings and it pounds and my heart, oh it sweeps the ground Oh (violent) violin

the chair. Burnt toast, a beer from the wood, an' old Jerry Thomas' teeth. Jerry an' Chet an' Cannon an' Ball, a banjo picking Bill Keith. An' old bungalows

the chair. Burnt toast, a beer from the wood, an' old Jerry Thomas' teeth. Jerry an' Chet an' Cannon an' Ball, a banjo picking Bill Keith. An' old bungalows

the chair. Burnt toast, a beer from the wood, an' old Jerry Thomas' teeth. Jerry an' Chet an' Cannon an' Ball, a banjo picking Bill Keith. An' old bungalows

s buried deep in the ground I lay into the piano with the pedal pushed down It rings and it pounds and my heart, oh it sweeps the ground Oh (violent) violin