King of the Bolero

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Outside full moon straight overhead It's moon high noon—I'm not in my bed There's a large human being at the back of the bar Pulling visceral sounds from a no-name guitar [Verse 2] In the flickering murk he could be tricky to see Planted on a bench like the trunk of a tree A densification of darkened air Solid but you wonder if he's actually there [Chorus] But who is it plays like that? Who is it plays like that? Freight rolling down the track Got a double chin all the way 'round his neck And a pot belly in the back [Verse 3] Sweat running into a size-thirty collar It's not Minnesota Fats or Domino or Waller Or Arbuckle or anybody painted by Botеro Sign says "Tonite: King of the Bolero" [Chorus] But who is it plays likе that? Who is it plays like that? Freight rolling down the track Got a double chin all the way around his neck And a pot belly in the back [Bridge] His baby was bad, took all he had Left him a mule to ride He didn't catch on 'til she was long gone Now humiliation wrestles with pride He's wide, he's tall, he's a cannonball Makes his big archtop axe look small The tone is a crunch—packs a Joe Louis punch Pokes at the heart like a saddlemaker's awl [Chorus] But who is it plays like that? Who is it plays like that? Freight rolling down the track Got a double chin all the way 'round his neck And a pot belly in the back [Accordion Solo] [Outro] Outside full moon straight overhead It's moon high noon—I'm not in my bed...
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Credits
- Writers
- Bruce Cockburn