Written by Sid Griffin
Vox amp to the left of me
The bass was just a toy
The drums were bits nobody’d want
And I was just a boy
The first time we played a show
It rained upon our stage
But we were young and we were loud
Banging ‘gainst the bars of our cage
One mike we had was from a church
The other one was cracked
A bass amp borrowed from our school
Though we never gave it back
Whenever we played Elvis
It would sound like the New York Dolls
And I’m still gigging like some fool
I hear you heard God’s call
A road diverged in deep dark woods
Two paths on display
I chose west to leave the nest
But you chose here to stay
Our wheels of life are spun by fate
Who hear you don’t play anymore
Tell me you still sing
Tell me you still sing
Tell me of your choice
Speak of your life’s highway
Tell me in your voice
Does God have any good tunes
Is Heaven sweet like Spring
I know you don’t play anymore
Tell me you still sing
We play in Cincinnati soon
The band says I must go
Tell your old man I said “hi”
I hear he’s moving slow
Remember when he told us
The guitar was the devil’s thing
I know you don’t play anymore
Tell me, so tell me
I know you don’t play no more
Tell me you still sing
Please tell me do you still sing
© Sid Griffin
Published by Coal Train Tunes/Bug Music Ltd/BMI