Rod Mcneil Lyrics - Tim O'brien

Now I make a living from a circuit I made 

Out of trial and error and gigs that I've played 

It might be the money or the town that it's in 

But mostly it's people make you come back again 

There was one little place that I played every year 

It's outside of Pittsburgh and I guess it's still there 

Just a little old Moose lodge, the crowd was okay 

But you'd never got rich from the money they'd pay 

It's mostly been silent since Rod was around 

That place used to ring with a bluegrassy sound 

And I'll never forget the way he made me feel 

A big man with a bigger heart, named Rod McNeil 

You might arrive tired and dark in a gloom 

Then he'd buy a big dinner and pay for your room 

Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad 

That day the lonely road didn't seem bad 

Well, I saw this and said that I'd buy it for Tim 

Didn't I Marty, he'd say with a grin 

And I keep that toy fiddle on my window sill 

To remind me of Rod and those gray Pittsburgh hills 

Now it's mostly been silent since Rod was around 

But that place used to ring with a bluegrassy sound 

And I'll never forget the way he made me feel 

A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil