Turtle Jones murmurs that his dinner and wine aren't gonna buy themselves and goes back to playing as the crowd switches once the train leaves and more people come in to catch the next one. He strums the guitar. "My baaaaaaaaby she left me, she left me standin' in the raiiin...." He's got a deep scratchy blues voice and his guitar's seen better days but still works great. "My baby she left me, ain't comin' home again..."