Lyrics
Down on the Strand where the neon lights glow,
I play my guitar, soft and slow.
Through the haze of smoke and clinking glasses,
There’s laughter and tears from the drinking class, yes.
There’s Fannie and Sue, first kissed right here,
Beneath the old jukebox that’s counting the years.
I strum the chords, they sway to the tune,
Like stars dancin’ ’round an old country moon.
Chorus:
Like old friends, we gather ’round,
With six strings, mama, I paint this town.
Through highs and lows, on these songs we depend,
On this night, with my guitar, like old friends.
Now ol’ Dave’s on the harmonica blowin’ away,
Yeah, we’ve been at this shit since back in the day.
The floorboards sing too, under history’s weight,
As we spin stories of love, luck, and fate.
See, every song I sung has a soul of its own,
It’s the fabric of life through which love is sewn.
Tonight we’re together, in harmony’s grace,
With a tear and a smile, on every face.
Bridge:
In this place, if these old trees could talk,
They’d speak of dreams and the roads we walked.
Of whispers shared in tender embrace,
And the echoes of songs that time can’t erase.
Written by : Trevor A. Clendenin
Trevor A. Clendenin is an African-American writer and lifelong musician whose work blends lived experience with a clear-eyed, literary sensibility. Raised in a military family and shaped by years spent in Boulder, St. Croix, and on the road, he’s moved through the worlds of jam bands, digital media, and small-town creative communities with the same curiosity that drives his fiction. His debut novel, Zuvuya, draws on decades spent in America’s improvisational music orbit, where transcendence, failure, ambition, and myth often collide.
Before turning to creative writing, Trevor earned a BA in Philosophy from Rollins College, a Master in Visual Media from IE in Madrid, served in the Peace Corps in Jamaica, worked as the Director of New Media for a PBS affiliate in the U.S. Virgin Islands, and later co-founded a digital marketing agency. He has played guitar in bars, basements, festivals, and renegade fireside jams across the country, and still believes that music communities are one of the last places where people strive for truth.
He lives in Savannah, Georgia, with his wife and daughter, and is at work on new fiction and essays about aspiration, identity, and the strange pilgrimage of American life.
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