Daphne Denniston: Music

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January 12, 2010
I just found out that Bob Knox, owner of "the" Bob's Riverfront Diner in Montana, which I sing about on my album, died last night of brain cancer.

I didn't know Bob personally, but I did meet him this past summer and gave him a copy of the Bob's Riverfront song (pre-production), which he loved. I never knew he was sick, so his death comes as a sad surprise.

Bob's Riverfront restaurant is just a little diner in a town of population 1400, but it was so much for than that to me, and to all the people in that town. I don't know what the plans will be for the restaurant now, but in memory of Bob, I have set my song so that it's currently available for free download on my myspace (www.myspace.com/darkwhiskeyonabackroad) and on my website, www.daphnedenniston.com (see the music link to your left).

Please download it, listen to it, sing along, pass it along, and maybe somewhere up there Bob will hear us.

Thanks and enjoy.

Daphne

There’s a place down by the river
Opens up about 6 a.m.
The only time we get there that early is when we’ve been
Up all night partying again.

The first time I was at Bob’s Riverfront Diner
I was just off a canoe on a sunrise float
With two new men as my companions
I ate my eggs and wished this town was home.

The next time I was at Bob’s Riverfront Diner
A year later, traveling with my sister in tow
She spent all night lovin a wheat farmer
In the morning, over coffee, she said she wished this town was home.

If the heart is a cage and the flutter is a bird
If love is a key and not just another empty word
If the line between the road and home becomes blurred
Maybe the idea of finding freedom in settling ain’t so absurd.

Then, two years since the first time and scared my ties to town had grown thin
We were passing through to play a festival and party with Teri Lynn
And I couldn’t relax all night wondering if my songs the crowd would please
Shoulda known just a little breakfast at Bob’s would set my rolling soul at ease.

Well if don’t know, one thing I love about that diner
Is they give you little packets of apple butter with your toast
And I know all y’all say you prefer jam
Well you can take it! Cause I like apple butter the most.

And it was that morning, in a spat over apple butter
I fell head over heels for a blue-eyed man
Both of us so vehement for and against apple butter
Were we just drunk from last night or was Bob’s workin it’s magic again?

If the heart is a cage and the flutter is a bird
If love is a key and not just another empty word
If the line between the road and home becomes blurred
Maybe the idea of finding freedom in settling ain’t so absurd.

So me and Carrie, well we’re going back again this summer
Just can’t seem to stay away
But whether we travel two thousand miles for love
Or for breakfast, I just can’t say…

If the heart is a cage and the flutter is a bird
If love is a key and not just another empty word
If the line between the road and home becomes blurred
Maybe the idea of finding freedom in settling ain’t so absurd.