I am a musician and I play the guitar with no radio waves.
I play it loud to the Lord up above so he knows I’m doing what I love.
I came down here from upstate far. 12 hours North by car.
I left my dog and my mama too just to stand/sit up here and sing my life to you.
My Grandma came from Napoli Bay. Married a man untrue.
They called him Red and he lived up to the name with a temper fiery and cruel.
Now she bore a son, my daddy dear. Sweetest man you’ll ever hear.
He took a bus to the cold North roads. Met a Canadian rose.
They raised us four in a big ‘ol house. Grandma took a room there too.
And they raised us well, “Keep your eyes up above and always only do what you love”.
And now I am a musician and I play the guitar with no radio waves.
And I play it loud to the Lord up above so he knows I’m doing what I love.
So he knows I’m doing what I love.
So he knows I’m doing what I love.
