Moonshine Shadows

Gently smiling he sits in his rocking chair Tv's on he's surrounded by smoky air Once traveling he and the band Now empty glass in his hand His music once filled the air Never missed a beat Not much is left of the man That he used to be He played a harp and a bass Through time his harp still plays Under his sink old buckets filled with moonshine His consolation like trophies waiting in line Under cravings he bends He's walking into a dead end They carry him through the hall I see daddy cry Another brother is gone they say their goodbyes It runs in our blood like a ghoul We fail to outrun that fool