Lirik Lagu Ballad Of Conley And Billy The Proof's In The - Diamond Rio
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Screamin' whitewall tiresAnd a guitar by his sideBilly's got the feverAs he rolls on thru the nightSome were born to listen,Some were born to playHe was lightning on the highstringsAnd thunder on the bass
Chorus:He could play it high, he could play it lowHe could make it cry, he could make it moanHe knows when push comes to shoveThe proof's in the pickin'
In a smoky little tavernJust off of Bourbon StreetTobacco stained fingersWaited on the down beatConley was the master,The undisputed kingHe'd ruled the town for thirty yearsWith an army of six strings
Chorus
Sometimes after midnightBilly drives through New OrleansStraight to the French QuarterThere's a man he has to seeThe music is a ragingLike a city that's on fireBilly felt just like an altar boyAt the feet of a higher powerConley watched as BillyWalked across the roomOpened his case and started a tuneThe whole club was silentAnd the lights were turned down lowBilly stepped up on the stageAnd Conley whispered "Go son, go"
Chorus
Conley held his hand up,No one made a soundAnd he handed Bill his old archtopAnd stepped into the crowdBilly played it soft,Billy played it sadThen he made it talkAnd in came the bandSoon the room was shakingBefore Billy's wall of soundAnd just a block off Bourbon Street,A new king's been crowned
Chorus
Chorus:He could play it high, he could play it lowHe could make it cry, he could make it moanHe knows when push comes to shoveThe proof's in the pickin'
In a smoky little tavernJust off of Bourbon StreetTobacco stained fingersWaited on the down beatConley was the master,The undisputed kingHe'd ruled the town for thirty yearsWith an army of six strings
Chorus
Sometimes after midnightBilly drives through New OrleansStraight to the French QuarterThere's a man he has to seeThe music is a ragingLike a city that's on fireBilly felt just like an altar boyAt the feet of a higher powerConley watched as BillyWalked across the roomOpened his case and started a tuneThe whole club was silentAnd the lights were turned down lowBilly stepped up on the stageAnd Conley whispered "Go son, go"
Chorus
Conley held his hand up,No one made a soundAnd he handed Bill his old archtopAnd stepped into the crowdBilly played it soft,Billy played it sadThen he made it talkAnd in came the bandSoon the room was shakingBefore Billy's wall of soundAnd just a block off Bourbon Street,A new king's been crowned
Chorus
