Fading Sound

Man sits on the porch and taps his feet
Strikes his old string box in the sultry heat
Like a million times before he kicks the red dust from the floor

Well, he scuffs the wood and his fingers pick up pace
He stretches out and scowls with each new phrase
Like a million times before he holds her close until the dawn

Come on, play her in the evening long and loud
Rest her in the morning when she's down
Play her when good comrades come around
She's a fading sound

Shrill as the wind the fiddle makes her cry
With a flourish and a fable in the night
Like a million times before we can see her figure soar

Come on, play her in the evening long and loud
Rest her in the morning when she's down
Play her when good comrades come around
She's a fading sound

The single tone of reeds it fills the air
These shaking, sharpening lips they do declare
Like a melody before as those notes begin to roar

Come on, play her in the evening long and loud
Rest her in the morning when she's down
Play her when good comrades come around
She's a fading sound