King of the Bolero Songtext
von Bruce Cockburn
King of the Bolero Songtext
Outside full moon straight overhead
It′s moon high noon, I'm not in my bed
There′s a large human being at the back of the bar
Pulling visceral sounds from a no-name guitar
In the flickering murk he could be tricky to see
Planted on a bench like the trunk of a tree
A deification of darkened air
Solid, but you wonder if he's actually there
But who is it plays like that?
Who is it plays like that?
Freight rolling down the track
Got a double chin all the way 'round his neck
And a pot-belly in the back
Sweat running into a size 30 collar
It′s not Minnesota Fats or Domino or Waller
Or Ar-buckle or anybody painted by Botero
Sign says, "Tonight, King of the Bolero"
But who is it plays like that?
Who is it plays like that?
Freight rolling down the track
Got a double chin all the way ′round his neck
And a pot-belly in the back
His baby was bad, took all he had
Left him a mule to ride
Didn't catch on ′til she was long gone
Now, humiliation wrestles with pride
He's wide, he′s tall, he's a cannonball
Makes his arch-top axe look small
Tone is a crunch, packs a Joe Louis punch
Pokes at the heart like a saddle-maker′s awl
Who is it plays like that?
Who is it plays like that?
Freight rolling down the track
Got a double chin all the way 'round his neck
And a pot-belly in the back
Outside full moon straight overhead
It's moon, high noon, I′m not in my bed
It′s moon high noon, I'm not in my bed
There′s a large human being at the back of the bar
Pulling visceral sounds from a no-name guitar
In the flickering murk he could be tricky to see
Planted on a bench like the trunk of a tree
A deification of darkened air
Solid, but you wonder if he's actually there
But who is it plays like that?
Who is it plays like that?
Freight rolling down the track
Got a double chin all the way 'round his neck
And a pot-belly in the back
Sweat running into a size 30 collar
It′s not Minnesota Fats or Domino or Waller
Or Ar-buckle or anybody painted by Botero
Sign says, "Tonight, King of the Bolero"
But who is it plays like that?
Who is it plays like that?
Freight rolling down the track
Got a double chin all the way ′round his neck
And a pot-belly in the back
His baby was bad, took all he had
Left him a mule to ride
Didn't catch on ′til she was long gone
Now, humiliation wrestles with pride
He's wide, he′s tall, he's a cannonball
Makes his arch-top axe look small
Tone is a crunch, packs a Joe Louis punch
Pokes at the heart like a saddle-maker′s awl
Who is it plays like that?
Who is it plays like that?
Freight rolling down the track
Got a double chin all the way 'round his neck
And a pot-belly in the back
Outside full moon straight overhead
It's moon, high noon, I′m not in my bed
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