Rod McNeil — текст песни (Tim O`Brien)

I make a living from a circuit I made
Out of trial and error and gigs that I`ve played
It might be the money or the town that it`s in
But mostly it`s people make you come back again

There was one little place that I played every year
It`s outside of Pittsburgh, I know it`s still there
Just a little old Moose lodge, the crowd was okay
But you`d never get rich from the money they`d pay

It`s mostly been silent since Rod was around
But that place used to fill with a bluegrassy sound
And I`ll never forget the way he made me feel
A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil

You might arrive tired and dark in a gloom
Then he`d buy a big dinner and pay for your room
Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad
Maybe that day the lonely road wasn`t so bad

I saw this and said that I`d buy it for Tim,
Didn`t I Marty, he`d say with a grin
Now I keep that toy fiddle on my window sill
To remind me of Rod and those grey Pittsburgh hills

It`s mostly been silent since Rod was around
But that place used to fill with a bluegrassy sound
And I`ll never forget the way he made me feel
A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil