I make a living from a circuit I made Out of trial and error and gigs that I`ve played It might be the money or the town that it`s in But mostly it`s people make you come back again
There was one little place that I played every year It`s outside of Pittsburgh, I know it`s still there Just a little old Moose lodge, the crowd was okay But you`d never get rich from the money they`d pay
It`s mostly been silent since Rod was around But that place used to fill with a bluegrassy sound And I`ll never forget the way he made me feel A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil
You might arrive tired and dark in a gloom Then he`d buy a big dinner and pay for your room Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad Maybe that day the lonely road wasn`t so bad
I saw this and said that I`d buy it for Tim, Didn`t I Marty, he`d say with a grin Now I keep that toy fiddle on my window sill To remind me of Rod and those grey Pittsburgh hills
It`s mostly been silent since Rod was around But that place used to fill with a bluegrassy sound And I`ll never forget the way he made me feel A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil
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