[Intro: Preaching juke-joint male MC, preaching, over the guitar groove] Thirty years I kept these hands down in my coat Picnic on the hill, y'all, let me clear my throat [Verse 1: Preaching juke-joint male MC, preaching, full chest] Used to play the joint out on Highway Seven Friday night sweat dropping off the beams like heaven I could make a guitar tell the truth on a man Make the floorboards jump, make the whole room stand Then a slick boy came from the city one June Played it twice as fast and he played it on my tune Crowd went with him and I let 'em all go Put my box in the closet, shut the door real slow Thirty years since then, I been fixing up engines Hands in my pockets, never told nobody the lessons Grease in the knuckles where the calluses was Never said a word and the hill never does [Hook: Preaching juke-joint male MC, preaching, shouted] Took my hands out my pockets for the hill Thirty years quiet and I'm playing it still Dirt yard shaking like a pan full of grease Old man got loud and the old man ain't at peace [Verse 2: Preaching juke-joint male MC, preaching, story mode, loud] Saturday picnic, goat smoking on the pit Drums on the hill and the kids all on it Some young boy with a guitar he can't tame Plugged in loud and he didn't know my name Broke a string in the middle and he looked at the crowd And my nephew hollered, Unc used to play it loud I said hush, I was only just a man with a sound And the sound got old when the city came around But the boy held it out with the neck toward me And my hands came out my pockets like they finally free Wiped 'em on my overalls, sat down on the cooler Every auntie on the hill looking at me like a ruler [Bridge: Preaching juke-joint male MC, first chord, one raw chord rings alone, then the drums come in heavy] Thirty years, y'all, thirty years of no Thirty years of grease and not a single show Put the boy's guitar on the knee that I broke Hit one chord, and the whole hill woke [Verse 3: Preaching juke-joint male MC, preaching, all the way up] Now the goat burning and nobody care Grandmamas dancing with their hands in the air City boy, wherever you are, you can keep the speed I got one chord and it's all I need Boy on the cooler with his mouth wide open Five strings left and the hill still smoking [Hook: Preaching juke-joint male MC, preaching, shouted] Took my hands out my pockets for the hill Thirty years quiet and I'm playing it still Dirt yard shaking like a pan full of grease Old man got loud and the old man ain't at peace [Outro: Preaching juke-joint male MC, preaching, the guitar groove rides out and the last chord rings and fades] Hands out my pockets for the hill Play it, old man One more for the hill [End]
