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letra de king of the bolero - bruce cockburn

[verse 1]
outside full moon straight overhead
it’s moon high noon—i’m not in my bed
there’s a large human being at the back of the bar
pulling visceral sounds from a no-name guitar

[verse 2]
in the fl!ckering murk he could be tricky to see
planted on a bench like the trunk of a tree
a densification of darkened air
solid but you wonder if he’s actually there

[chorus]
but who is it plays like that?
who is it plays like that?
freight rolling down the track
got a double chin all the way ’round his neck
and a pot belly in the back

[verse 3]
sweat running into a size-thirty collar
it’s not minnesota fats or domino or waller
or arbuckle or anybody painted by botеro
sign says “tonite: king of the bolero”

[chorus]
but who is it plays likе that?
who is it plays like that?
freight rolling down the track
got a double chin all the way around his neck
and a pot belly in the back
[bridge]
his baby was bad, took all he had
left him a mule to ride
he didn’t catch on ’til she was long gone
now humiliation wrestles with pride
he’s wide, he’s tall, he’s a cannonball
makes his big archtop axe look small
the tone is a crunch—packs a joe louis punch
pokes at the heart like a saddlemaker’s awl

[chorus]
but who is it plays like that?
who is it plays like that?
freight rolling down the track
got a double chin all the way ’round his neck
and a pot belly in the back

[accordion solo]

[outro]
outside full moon straight overhead
it’s moon high noon—i’m not in my bed…

- bruce cockburn

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