That Old Songwriter's Gone

05:31
Doug Spears
2005-10-15

Story

In memory of Mickey Newbury, an American treasure

Lyrics

When you hear that lonesome whistle blow, Its callin’ that old songwriter home, To a poet’s rest, last stop of few regrets, When you hear that lonesome whistle blow. Heard his songs like a secret language, A sinner’s prayer and a lover’s tear, Joy and pain in unequal measures, As much to feel as to hear. Now a freight train still gets you into the city, But it might as well be the moon, ‘Cause he just came here for the music, Turns out the music’s gone so soon. When you hear that lonesome whistle blow, Its callin’ that old songwriter home, To a poet’s rest, last stop of few regrets, When you hear that lonesome whistle blow. Time like that freight train just tolls on, And when you hear that sad, sad whistle blow you’ll know, That the piper’s been paid for his songs, And that old songwriter’s gone. Well the rain brought the news down like a whisper, His passing came as no surprise, So just toss one back and toast old Mickey, And sing a sad, sad song just to say goodbye. When you hear that lonesome whistle blow, Its callin’ that old songwriter home, To a poet’s rest, last stop of few regrets, When you hear that lonesome whistle blow.