Tim O'brien - Rod McNeil lyrics

I make a living from a circuit I made Out of trial and error and gigs that I've played It might be the money or the town that it's in But mostly it's people make you come back again There was one little place that I played every year It's outside of Pittsburgh, I know it's still there Just a little old Moose lodge, the crowd was okay But you'd never get rich from the money they'd pay It's mostly been silent since Rod was around But that place used to fill with a bluegra**y sound And I'll never forget the way he made me feel A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil You might arrive tired and dark in a gloom Then he'd buy a big dinner and pay for your room Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad Maybe that day the lonely road wasn't so bad I saw this and said that I'd buy it for Tim, Didn't I Marty, he'd say with a grin Now I keep that toy fiddle on my window sill To remind me of Rod and those grey Pittsburgh hills It's mostly been silent since Rod was around But that place used to fill with a bluegra**y sound And I'll never forget the way he made me feel A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil