Black Hills

Good folk come together
They like the ones they know
This jukebox comes alive
Blasting out the old banjo

He rolls in like a river
Those places off the grid
Where people do the dances
That their parents did

Crying strings above
Our poor hearts take flight
Sometimes when of the mind
He'll go on through the night

It's a one man show alright
Honed to deliver thrills
Money for food and gas
To make it over the next hill

It's a one man show alright
Honed to deliver thrills
Money for food and gas
To make it over the next hill

Crazy delta rhythms
Soar above the rest
English ballad scrolls
And the sound of the weird west

He rolls in like a river
Those places off the grid
Where people do the dances
That their parents did

That their parents did
Where people do the dances
That their parents did