Warren Zevon - Piano Fighter Lyrics
Mom and Papa bought a ChickeringEvery day I'd sit and play that thingI practiced hard; it was more than a whimI played with grim determination, JimSomeone called Piano FighterI'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowriderHold me tight, honey, hold me tighterThen let me go, Piano FighterI worked in sessions and I played in bandsA thousand casuals and one-night standsHere on Thursday, gone on FridayHeading down the Dixie highwaySomeone called Piano FighterI'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowriderHold me tight, honey, hold me tighterThen let me go, Piano FighterMaybe I'll go to RenoNobody knows my nameI'll play Claire de Lune in a quiet saloonSteady work for a changeAin't going down that long, lonesome roadAin't going down that long, lonesome roadGot in trouble down in New OrleansI must admit that I was strung out, painted in the corner of a limousineSomeone called Piano FighterI'm a thin ice walker, I'm a freelance writerHold me tight, honey, hold me tighterThen let me go, Piano FighterSomeone called Piano FighterI'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowriderHold me tight, honey, hold me tighterThen let me go, Piano Fighter
