| Lyrics: | (Warren Zevon)
Mom and Papa bought a Chickering
Every day I'd sit and play that thing
I
practiced hard; it was more than a whim
I played with grim determination, Jim
Someone
called Piano Fighter
I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider
Hold me tight, honey, hold me
tighter
Then let me go, Piano Fighter
I worked in sessions and I played in bands
A
thousand casuals and one-night stands
Here on Thursday, gone on Friday
Heading down the
Dixie highway
Someone called Piano Fighter
I'm a holy roller, I'm a real
lowrider
Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
Then let me go, Piano Fighter
Maybe
I'll go to Reno
Nobody knows my name
I'll play Claire de Lune in a quiet saloon
Steady
work for a change
Ain't going down that long, lonesome road
Ain't going down that long,
lonesome road
Got in trouble down in New Orleans
I must admit that I was strung out,
painted in the corner of a limousine
Someone called Piano Fighter
I'm a thin ice
walker, I'm a freelance writer
Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
Then let me go, Piano
Fighter
Someone called Piano Fighter
I'm a holy roller, I'm a real lowrider
Hold me
tight, honey, hold me tighter
Then let me go, Piano Fighter |
