Ballad Of Conley And Billy (the Proof's In The Picken') Lyrics - Diamond Rio

Screamin whitewall tires and a guitar by his side 

Billys got the fever as he rolls on through the night 

Some were born to listen, some were born to play 

He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the bass 

He could play it high, he could play it low 

He could make it cry, he could make it moan 

He knows when push comes to shove 

The proofs in the pickin 

In a smoky little tavern just off of Bourbon Street 

Tobacco stained fingers waited on the down beat 

Conley was the master, the undisputed king 

Hed ruled the town for thirty years with an army of six strings 

He could play it high, he could play it low 

He could make it cry, he could make it moan 

He knows when push comes to shove 

The proofs in the pickin 

Sometimes after midnight, Billy drives through New Orleans 

Straight to the French Quarter, theres a man he has to see 

The music is a raging like a city thats on fire 

Billy felt just like an altar boy at the feet of a higher power 

Conley watched as Billy walked across the room 

Opened his case and started a tune 

The whole club was silent and the lights were turned down low 

Billy stepped up on the stage and Conley whispered, Go, son, go 

He could play it high, he could play it low 

He could make it cry, he could make it moan 

He knows when push comes to shove 

The proofs in the pickin 

Conley held his hand up, no one made a sound 

And he handed Bill his old archtop and stepped into the crowd 

Billy played it soft, Billy played it sad 

Then he made it talk and in came the band 

Soon the room was shaking 

Before Billys wall of sound 

And just a block off Bourbon Street 

A new kings been crowned 

He could play it high, he could play it low 

He could make it cry, he could make it moan 

He knows when push comes to shove 

The proofs in the pickin