Jim Malone Jim Malone

Trombone John

It all begins with an idea.

You lived a childhood on a farm

Played your horn out in the barn

And when the banks came to repossess

You had more than anyone could guess

You spent your days fixin’ cars

And your share of nights behind bars

Carry on

Trombone John

You were here but now you’re gone

Late at night I can hear your song

Play it all night long

Trombone John

Then you fought the war across the sea

Came back home and you still weren't free

Sharecroppers son with an American gun

Milk and honey you had none       

You lost your home but you had to survive

So you played your horn at the corner dive

Carry on

Trombone John

You were here but now you’re gone

And late at night I can hear your song

Play it all night long

Trombone John

Nothing but blue skies, Night and day

In The Wee Small Hours and Purple Haze

But when the moon was high and the crowds had gone

In the midnight hour you'd play a song   

A song that lived down in your soul

Into the starry night you’d let it roll

Carry on Trombone John

You were here but now you’re gone

And late at night I can hear your song

Play it all night long

Trombone John

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