Been explaining myself all evening To a man who talks through every word He likes the sound of his own opinion Best damn thing he’s ever heard I set my glass down on the speaker Let him finish telling me How a man ought to make his living While he’s listening here for free Let the harp speak Let the harp speak I’ve talked enough tonight Now let these reeds earn their keep Draw it low Bend it till it bites Let the harp speak I got a lungful left tonight That little amp’s been running hot Since a quarter after nine Guitar man broke his second string Kept playing on the other five There’s a waitress stacking empties There’s a boot heel keeping time I turn my back on all that talking Put this battered harp to mine Let the harp speak Let the harp speak I’ve talked enough tonight Now let these reeds earn their keep Draw it low Bend it till it bites Let the harp speak I got a lungful left tonight You want pretty? Wrong room Want quiet? Leave soon Got one good breath Before I need two Stand back, I’m coming through I’ve blown the screws loose on this thing Worn the finish off the sides Had it riding in my work shirt When the money wasn’t right Now the fellow with opinions Has his elbows off the bar He finally quit his talking When I leaned into that draw Let the harp speak Let the harp speak Let that little speaker rattle Let these reeds earn their keep Draw it low Bend it till it bites Let the harp speak I got a lungful left tonight
