I first heard that sound on a small-town sidewalk
Where a jukebox poured music out the door of a café
Hank Williams and Elvis, Patsy Cline and Willie
All wound some gold on the steel of Jimmy Day
There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy
A spice wind from the desert in the steel ringing true
One murmur sweet goddess would do
One murmur Blue Darlin from Jimmy Day and you
I met him in a bar off a hill country highway
People laughing and dancing, it was Ernie Durawa’s birthday
Texas seems more real with a shot of pedal steel
We were all thinking Jimmy would play and play
Watched him on the stage as a woman leaned against me
Moving hеr hips to the touch of his sweet hands
His hair pushed back, he was smiling at us dancing
Somе things a player’s heart understands
There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy
A spice wind from the desert in the steel ringing true
One murmur sweet goddess would do
One murmur Blue Darlin from Jimmy Day and you
If you drive out of these hills toward San Antonio
There’s a honky tonk ruin boarded up and windblown
Ghosts go there some nights under the shattered neon lights
For the music in the dust, for the words in broken stone
It’s like a holy well in the dry grass and the cactus
Where the ache in your heart rings deeper and more pure
You remember that sound from a small town jukebox
And you know for a fact there is no cure
There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy
A spice wind from the desert in the steel ringing true
One murmur sweet goddess would do
One murmur Blue Darlin from Jimmy Day and you
Where a jukebox poured music out the door of a café
Hank Williams and Elvis, Patsy Cline and Willie
All wound some gold on the steel of Jimmy Day
There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy
A spice wind from the desert in the steel ringing true
One murmur sweet goddess would do
One murmur Blue Darlin from Jimmy Day and you
I met him in a bar off a hill country highway
People laughing and dancing, it was Ernie Durawa’s birthday
Texas seems more real with a shot of pedal steel
We were all thinking Jimmy would play and play
Watched him on the stage as a woman leaned against me
Moving hеr hips to the touch of his sweet hands
His hair pushed back, he was smiling at us dancing
Somе things a player’s heart understands
There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy
A spice wind from the desert in the steel ringing true
One murmur sweet goddess would do
One murmur Blue Darlin from Jimmy Day and you
If you drive out of these hills toward San Antonio
There’s a honky tonk ruin boarded up and windblown
Ghosts go there some nights under the shattered neon lights
For the music in the dust, for the words in broken stone
It’s like a holy well in the dry grass and the cactus
Where the ache in your heart rings deeper and more pure
You remember that sound from a small town jukebox
And you know for a fact there is no cure
There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy
A spice wind from the desert in the steel ringing true
One murmur sweet goddess would do
One murmur Blue Darlin from Jimmy Day and you
( Eric Dahl )
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