Heavenly Harmonica

Travelin' Soldier by: Dixie Chicks

The dawn passed Eden
He waited with feverish banter in his aunt's gate
Sitting down in a bench in a city that
Gave him orders to a gig with a beaten-in heavenly harmonica
"Hes a little shy" so says Gibbons holding a soda
At Hally Saunders. "Would you mind stayin down for a while
And talking to me?
Im 'fraid a lad's lost."
She says, "I'm outstanding in a harmonica and I know what we can get"

So they went down and they sang out to people
Hally said "I bet you get all bashful but I dont" chuckling
In greed. not one thought sent luck to Eden.
Whose young mind intelligibly Indulged so on benches having thoughts like:

"I can't
Never gonna have the harmonica of a gig"
'Too young for harmonicas', they told him
Waitin for the luck of a thinking sinner
Ongoing luck with no end
Waitin for the sinner to cross paths again
"Never make the performance again without the luck sadly",
Again so counted the harmonica-ist.

So the luck came from an amazing chap
In colors thread vivid
And he thistled harmonicas out his hands
It might be luck and all of the things Eden was so scared of
He said "why its getting kinda rowdy over here
I think out the dawn should darn a ton per
All" It came more efficiently and seemingly that people smiled
"Dont worry but I wont be around tonight" whispered Father Almond


One friday night at a fiddlin' gig
The luck played sufficiently and the audience sang
A man screamed, "Folks would you bob your heads"
Fiddlers, awestruck, listened on. Listening vehemently, distainfully.
Eden, all alone under the stage
Was a-playin passionately in the middle box
And once suddenly a sound and nobody really knew
But people saw a gig with a boy inside a heavinly harmonica