Rod McNeil

Now 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 and I guess it's still there Just a little old Moose lodge, the crowd was okay But you'd never got rich from the money they'd pay It's mostly been silent since Rod was around That place used to ring with a bluegra*sy sound And I'll never forget the way he made me feel A big man with a bigger 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 That day the lonely road didn't seem bad Well, I saw this and said that I'd buy it for Tim Didn't I Marty, he'd say with a grin And I keep that toy fiddle on my window sill To remind me of Rod and those gray Pittsburgh hills Now it's mostly been silent since Rod was around But that place used to ring with a bluegra*sy sound And I'll never forget the way he made me feel A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil