Diamond Rio Ballad Of Conley And Billy The Proof`s In The Pick Lyrics

Ballad Of Conley And Billy The Proof`s In The Pick Lyrics

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

 

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 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

 

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 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 

 

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 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.

 

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