Sheets dance on the line
White as the clouds gone by
Screen door kicking time
As kids melt into the sky
You're making your moves
Trying just to stay alive
And the music is hot

WSM
On your transistor radio
A song about trains
You can hear that whistle blow
Waylon walks the line
Merle's mama tries to tell him so
And the music is hot

You got a story 'bout twenty miles long
You got a tune like a number one song
You got the sweat like the shirt off my back
You got the heart let me open it a crack
Fiddles and steel takin' you higher
Passed cotton fields and telephone wires
Out to the church and the gospel choir
And you're gone

Sun going down
You're scrounging to feed the dog
You're wearing a dress
You saw in a catalog
The crickets have started
To sing with those old bull frogs
And the music is hot

You tuck in the kids
And think of a nice long bath
You notice your mom
Staring back from a photograph
And quick as you turn
You're certain you hear her laugh
And the music is hot

You got a story 'bout twenty miles long
You got a tune like a number one song
You got the sweat like the shirt off my back
You got the heart let me open it a crack
Fiddle and steel takin' you higher
Passed cotton fields and telephone wires
Beyond the church and the gospel choir
And you're gone
Gone
Gone
Gone, oh

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Writer(s): John Hiatt