New Strings

New strings

New strings

New strings

They ring out like the finest, oo hoo

An intonated dynasty knew

Have you seen what's behind us?

The old ones had deposits of gunk

I beat them hard but they had no sound

The moisture in the air made them rust

They didn't want my fingers around them

The days were passing by without change

My four guitars were growing gray hair

I felt just like the father of sons

But they were worried I did not care for

I purchased 22 different gauges

Now things are getting better once more

Our family has a flat wound feeling

They're singing prettier than before the...