written by Warren Zevon 1993 Zevon Music BMI. Mom and Papa bought a Chickering. Every day I'd sit and play that thing. I practiced hard; it was more than a whim. I played with grim determination Jim. Someone called Piano Fighter. I'm a holy roller I'm a real lowrider. Hold me tight honey hold me tighter. Then let me go Piano Fighter. I worked in sessions and I played in bands. A thousand casuals and one-night stands. Here on Thursday gone on Friday. Heading down the Dixie highway. Someone called Piano Fighter. I'm a holy roller I'm a real lowrider. Hold me tight honey hold me tighter. Then let me go Piano Fighter. Maybe I'll go to Reno. Nobody knows my name. I'll play Claire de Lune in a quiet saloon. Steady work for a change. Ain't going down that long lonesome road. Ain't going down that long lonesome road. Got in trouble down in New Orleans. I must admit that I was strung out painted in the corner of a limousine. Someone called Piano Fighter. I'm a thin ice walker I'm a freelance writer. Hold me tight honey hold me tighter. Then let me go Piano Fighter. Someone called Piano Fighter. I'm a holy roller I'm a real lowrider. Hold me tight honey hold me tighter. Then let me go Piano Fighter.