Half a Dozen Strings

They say i was born with a guitar in my hands

Family right of passage

Sitting in with my old man

Soon as he saw i had it

I was playing in his band

Just kid, wide-eyed and fancy free

Out of the whole wide world

I found half a dozen strings

Wasn’t long before i made the road my home

I found the bottle

And band of my own

I’ve seen every highway

Through a dirty van window

I had everything i thought i’d ever need

Whiskey, food and water

And half a dozen strings

I wasn’t ready when my darlin stole my heart

We made a daughter and i knew that was the start

Of sending out the band to play without my guitar part

The family i was making needed me

Finally found me something more half a dozen strings

Then a call one fall as bad as one can be

A dear old friend was dying

Rebel cells he couldn’t beat

And i remembered all the stages

That we raided as a team

And the day he died his bride she handed me

His beat up case of memories

And these half a dozen strings

Finally seeing it

My daughters know somehow

Family right of passage

They’re singing with me now

And my little one she’ll kill me

If i ever put it down

Ya the only thing that helps her fall asleep

Is a prayer with her old man

Played on half a dozen strings

And i thank god for that

And these half a dozen strings