Last American Waltz Lyrics by Old Crow Medicine Show & Molly Tuttle
Come out, come out, wherever you roam
There’s time enough for one last song
So gather in close before the music fades
Kick up your heels, lay down your stones
Roll over backwards in your sweet baby’s arms
And rise like Lazarus, the band is beginning to play
The last American Waltz
We were young when we carved out our names in the sky
With a song on our tongues and our hearts on the line
On an unruly vessel, we sailed in the perilous wind
We cut through the irons, all Jake-legged and numb
To the mystical pounding of Indian drums
Now we’re called all together to join in this motley parade
Oh, the fire in the furnace, the fog in the air
Sparks flew like tinsel all down your red hair
Making desperate love where there’s no hope to spare
All the while hear the wild, reckless tune
Is anybody listening?
Can anybody hear
The last American waltz?
Oh, this hammer don’t ring, this cannon don’t roar
This train bound for glory don’t stop here no more
The scrap heaps are piling with heroes whose ship has sailed
Hush, pretty baby, rally the men
The patroller’s sweeping all over the land
And he’ll snuff out your songs
If you join in his desperate crusade
Well, me, I’m not treading down no trail of tears
Just going out where the air is clear
You’ll know by the sound of my violin
If I’m ever back this way again
Is anybody listening?
Can anybody hear
The last American waltz?
Is anybody listening?
Can anybody hear
The last American waltz?