Silent Movies

So long to silent movies
To quiet dances on a screen
So long to burning slowly
Smelling sweat and kerosene
And all the actors on the stage are rolling cigarettes
And whispering so low
Call my parents up, tell them I’m not coming home

So long to silent movies
To waking early, staying late
I think I’ll head on down to Reno
Try my hand at real-estate
And I’ll fix up a Cadillac and find a girl who 
Likes to dance so slow
Call my parents up, tell them I’m already home

But I swear I’ve seen my share of black and white
And I swear this screen, it nevеr tells the story right

So long to silent moviеs
To all the talking in between
Cleaning dust off of the press-box
And fixing broken tape machines
Wasn’t much of an actor, was I?
I ain’t much of anything at all
But I can’t see those marquee lights
That are hanging on the wall

But I swear I’ve seen my share of black and white
And I swear this screen, it never tells the story right

So I ain’t ever gonna talk again
I ain’t ever gonna talk again
No, no

So I ain’t ever gonna talk again
I ain’t ever gonna talk again
No, no
I ain’t ever gonna talk, talk
I ain’t ever gonna talk, talk…