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Diamond Rio Diamond Rio Ballad Of Conley And Billy The Proof's In The Picken' Screamn' whitewall tires and a guitar by his side Billy's got the fever as he rolls on thru the night Some were born to listen, some were born to play He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the bass Chorus He could play it high, he could play it low He could make it cry, he could make it moan He knows when push comes to shove The proof's in the pickin' In a smoky little tavern just off of bourbon street Tobacco stained fingers waited on the down beat Conley was the master, the undisputed king He'd ruled the town for thirty years With an army of six strings Chorus Sometimes after midnight billy drives through new orleans Straight to the french quarter there's a man he has to see The music is a raging like a city that's on fire Billy felt just like an altar boy at the feet of a higher power Conley watched as billy walked across the room Opened his case and started a tune The whole club was silent and the lights were turned down low Billy stepped up on the stage and conley whispered go son, go Chorus Conley held his hand up, no one made a sound And he handed bill his old archtop and stepped into the crowd Billy played it soft, billy played it sad Then he made it talk and in came the band Soon the room was shaking before billy's wall of sound And just a block off bourbon street, a new king's been crowned. Chorus |
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