Hold on Elroy Lyrics

Elroy was an old man, and I was only 13
But he was my best friend, And he could make a guitar sing
On hot summer evenings, I'd play along with him
Settin' up on his front porch while the june bugs beat on the screen
And I'd say Hold on, Hold on Elroy
Hold on Elroy run that by me again

The ring finger on his left hand was buried out in Texas
From the time when his work glove got hung in a cotton gin
But it didn't slow him down none, he could play like lightning
He'd fly through a break-down and then sit back and grin

When I'd say Hold on, Hold on Elroy
Hold on Elroy run that by me again
I said, "I've been workin' on that lick you played last week
I think it goes like this..."
He said, "Sakes alive, son, I think you've flat got her down
Now you can work on this..."

And I said Hold on, Hold on Elroy
Hold on Elroy run that by me again
Now the years have gone by, I play along with the best now
And I owe that old man for this good life of mine
When his heart was failin', I flew back home to see him
We set up on his front porch, and I said one last time

Won't you Hold on, Hold on Elroy
Hold on Elroy run that by me again
Hold on Elroy run that by me again