Basement Harp Shuffle

Hey! Hey!

Pulled in at midnight with a busted headlight

Streetlight on the pavement,

rain coming down hard

The sign was half-lit,

but I knew the place by sound

A dirty harp crying underneath The Underground

The Underground!

The Underground!

Come in off the highway,

let the whole room pound

Bartender looked me over,

said, “You got a song?”

I put my hands on the harp and made the back wall

groan

That bass came up heavy like a freight train underground

Every tired boot in that room started stomping down

The Underground!

The Underground!

Come in off the highway,

let the whole room pound

Dawn showed up early,

but nobody cared

Smoke in the doorway and sparks in the air

My ride still wheezed,

but the engine held its ground

I left one last blue note hanging over The Underground

The Underground!

The Underground!

No country road can keep this city sound down The Underground!

If you know that door,

you know where I’ll be found

Hey!

Hey!