Bonnie

Bonnie
© 2025 Mitchell Scott — All rights reserved.

Lyrics

Bonnie worked the diner, from noon to ten o' clock
it wasn't easy money, serving customers non-stop
she had to wear a smile but let it fade away
until she grabbed her guitar, and she began to play

She'd get home near midnight, when the rest of the town was dark
put fingers to her guitar strings, that magic was her spark
Her soul unwound in rhythm, music soft and light
she'd play on till morning, when sunlight chased the night

The night was still and lonesome, her songs cut the air,
A man out walking halted, just to listen there.
He never said a word, but stayed till morning light,
Her music found another's soul that night.

Bonnie play your guitar, let your heart take wing
bring joy to peoples faces, hear the children sing

Bonnie brought her guitar, to the park one autumn day
the leaves were turning yellow, the sky a little gray
when Bonnie got to strummin, people gathered around
began sitting all around her, just to hear that sound

A fiddle player wandered up, a little twinkle in his grin,
Said, “Girl, love that tune you’re playin’—mind if I jump in?”
He rosined up his bow, she stomped and set the pace,
And that park turned into heaven when they lit up the place.

Their strings caught fire together underneath the setting sun,
Strings were flyin’, boots were stompin’—Lord, they had some fun.
The fiddle took a solo, Bonnie watched him with a smile
That music felt like freedom ringin’ all the while.

Bonnie, play your guitar with fiddle man on his strings
There's freedom in your fingers, joy in everything.

The laughter turned to whispers as the stars came out to play,
Fiddle man tipped his hat, then slowly walked away.
Bonnie smiled and whispered, “Guess I’ll see you ‘round,”
Her music lingered easy, driftin’ through the town.

Bonnie played her guitar, yeah, Bonnie laid it down
Music turned to magic with the fiddle man she found