Knuckleball Catcher

Knuckleball Catcher

You caught my eye,
when a flash of lightning
hit the land

Out in the darkness, with a banjo in your hand
You came into the firelight
to the circle from the blue
I was standing childlike
while you got yourself in two.

Now a bit player
Be a poor time player too
But a knuckleball catcher
Only gets one job to do
Only gets one job to do

You played your melody
It was too much to believe
Froze my flesh now,
To minus 9 degrees
Like I was passing a grave yard
Putting flowers on mothers days

That’s the last time I let a stranger break my heart my heart this way

Cause a den mother
can be a dashboard drummer too
Jam
But a knuckleball catcher
Only gets one job to do

When the time was swimming
You slipped out of the choir
I tried to follow
My shoes just caught on fire
So I searched the campground
And never saw your face again

Were you a devil woman,
Or just a blue grass man?

Cause a left-winger can be a blue grass singer too
Is it’s the high lonesome street
Yes some hard liquor
Can make a guitar picker out of you.

But a knuckleball catcher
Only gets one job to do