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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=62705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of Conley And Billy (The Proof's In The Pickin')</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Screamn' whitewall tires and a guitar by his side <br>Billy's got the fever as he rolls on thru the night <br>Some were born to listen, some were born to play <br>He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the bass <br>Chorus <br>He could play it high, he could play it low <br>He could make it cry, he could make it moan <br>He knows when push comes to shove <br>the proof's in the pickin' <br>In a smoky little tavern just off of Bourbon Street <br>Tobacco stained fingers waited on the down beat <br>Conley was the master, the undisputed king <br>He'd ruled the town for thirty years <br>with an army of six strings <br>Chorus <br>Sometimes after midnight Billy drives through New Orleans <br>Straight to the French Quarter there's a man he has to see <br>The music is a raging like a city that's on fire <br>Billy felt just like an altar boy at the feet of a higher power <br>Conley watched as Billy walked across the room <br>Opened his case and started a tune <br>The whole club was silent and the lights were turned down low <br>Billy stepped up on the stage and Conley whispered Go son, go <br>Chorus <br>Conley held his hand up, no one made a sound <br>And he handed Bill his old archtop and stepped into the crowd <br>Billy played it soft, Billy played it sad <br>Then he made it talk and in came the band <br>Soon the room was shaking before Billy's wall of sound <br>And just a block off Bourbon Street, a new king's been crowned. <br>Chorus</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Diamond Rio - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Billy's got the fever as he rolls on thru the night 
Some were born to listen, some were born to play 
He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the bass 
Chorus 
He could play it high, h..."></div>
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