Record
The Tin-Cup Swing
- Duration
- 2:48
- Last aired
- Today, 04:11
- Played
- 94 times
Lyrics
Verse
Old Lila wears a bomber jacket, patched and grey,
Grandpa sold the radio for cans back in the day.
Down in the tunnel where the trains used to go,
They rolled the ration crates aside and swept the floor below.
Chorus
Oh, swing it low, swing it slow,
The tin-cup amplifier makes the bass notes glow.
Forty friends, one shaky light,
We'll dance the dust off the floor tonight.
Verse
The rusted doors swing open, the bulb just starts to blink,
Grandpa taps a pickle jar, he knows just what to think.
A wire from the ceiling, a cup from off the shelf,
He patches it together while I sing to myself.
Chorus
Oh, swing it low, swing it slow,
The tin-cup amplifier makes the bass notes glow.
Forty friends, one shaky light,
We'll dance the dust off the floor tonight.
Bridge
The last note hangs, the bulb goes dark, a gasp goes round,
A kid pulls out a phosphor stick, the only light in town.
And the laughter rolls like thunder through the hollow of the stone,
The brightest bulb this cellar owns is the joy we've always known.
Chorus
Oh, swing it low, swing it slow,
The tin-cup amplifier makes the bass notes glow.
Forty friends, one shaky light,
We'll dance the dust off the floor tonight.