From the recording Between the Wars

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Lyrics

O Big Magic Moon
m.litton

His daddy made whiskey and his momma made pretend that she was a riverboat queen
The passion that held them was the hope one day to trade the chessboard for a king
You can run ‘n hide, cry ‘n cry, then try to fly like a crow
Ya still won’t make it anyway but so
And O-O-O big magic moon, come listen to my blues

One cold night the wind was howling, the horse was neighing in his stall
She dealt some cards down on the old chessboard told her son that he would grow tall
Cause you’re the lion in the riddle, the bow on the fiddle
The light in the middle of the stone
One day your heart is bound to fill with gold
And O-O-O big magic moon, come listen to my blues

It was raining outside, the sky was black came some men with a lantern to the door
His daddy was drunk as he rose to his feet, dead when they shot him to the floor
And with open eyes the old dreamer dies waiting for the light from above
To come make true, so true his love
And O-O-O big magic moon, come listen to my blues

By the light of the magic moon all silhouettes are revealed
The mother and the child ride this night away out in the hills
And as the wind plays through the trees, casting shadows o’er their trail
They chance to meet the ghost of one they once knew so well

Twenty odd years down the road from that time the son rode with Robert E. Lee
He fought like a badger for them Southern hills, caught a shell in ‘63
You can run ‘n hide, cry ‘n cry, then try to fly like a crow
Ya still won’t make it anyway but so
And O-O-O big magic moon, come listen to my blues

They laid him to the room with his uniform penned with medals of golds
His old momma cried as her warrior lay there one last night at home
He was the lion in the riddle, the bow on the fiddle
The light in the middle of the stone
One day his heart was bound to fill with gold
And O-O-O big magic moon, come listen to my blues

With the memory of her man there dead on the floor, her son just fresh to his grave
She takes the pistol off the old chessboard, tries so hard to be brave
And with open eyes the old dreamer dies waiting for the light from above
To come make true, so true her love
And O-O-O big magic moon, come listen to my blues