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• Artiste: Jeremy Wallace
• Titre: Violin Road
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A little ways up the interstate passed Winslow County Line half a mile from Prince's Dairy Farm off old rural route 9 just passed the graveyard where the road starts to bend make a left on a gravel road and all the way down the end next to a rusted old mailbox with nobody's name a concrete foundation is about all that remains of a house that I lived in and that was so long ago back when I had it all down on Violin Road. See, I had me a girl back then a little place all our own was a handy man special sure felt like home homemade curtains in the windows nothin' hangin' on the walls didn't have a very big bank account man, but we had it all second hand sofa an old color TV it was alright with baby well it was alright with me sittin' home in the evenings watchin' The Antiques Roadshow and all was as it should have been down on Violin Road. Then one April evening she said her goodbye and packed up her suitcase when i asked her why she said "the more I look for reasons the more I'm spinnin' my wheels" sometimes you just can't explain all them things that you feel but I stood in the doorway the night black as coal and i can't remember even feelin' that cold and the loneliest feelin' that I ever knowed was watchin' the taillights disappear from Violin Road So I took to the whiskey had me them old broken down blues stay out all night drinkin' wake up wearin' my shoes one night closin' Joe's Place stumbled home drunk and tired fell asleep smokin' a cigarette lost it all in a fire that Winslow hook and ladder come man they couldn't get a cat out of a tree let alone put a fire out they could only save me from the ambulance window I watched it go up in smoke ain't it just like the love we had down on Violin Road Where she mighta went to well, I'll never know lost touch with all them friends I had that's the way these things go lost the job with the county lost the gig with the band sweepin' floors at Howard's Grocery Store sleepin' in the van but as for (indistinguishable) baby, I ain't too hard to find I'm out here every Saturday come rain or come shine get a six pack of tall boys and drink 'em real slow drink to what might have been down on Violin Road