Denis King of the Night

His daddy was a fiddler in an old timers' band

He was born with a guitar in his hand

All he had to do was walk down the furrow

Learn to dance and how to put on a show

They had to listen, they had to sit down

For the next in line to wear the crown

He made music like a sailor rides the wind

He played his hand even if he knew he couldn't win

Denis was the king of the night

He was always the last one standing

When there was no one in his sights

He kept on drinking and singing

Whether he was all alone

Or singing at the town arena

When he picked up his old guitar

He would play it like a rock and roll star

There were never clear skies ahead

Never knew how to land when the needle hit the red

He only had one way of livin'

There was never nothing he wasn't givin'

Took to the stage like a wild dog a-howling

Went to his grave with his fist still a-swinging

Some people said he was way out of line

They can say what they want he just knew how to shine

Denis was the king of the night

He was always the last one standing

When there was no one in his sights

He kept on drinking and singing

Whether he was all alone

Or singing at the town arena

When he picked up his old guitar

He would play it like a rock and roll star