[Chorus:] Black Diamond Strings Black Diamond Strings Drinkin' W. Harper Playin' Black Diamond Strings Black Diamond Strings Are like white flour and grits You play Black Diamond Strings 'Cause it's all you can get
Black Diamond Strings on a Catalog Guitar That's pretty high cotton whoever you are You break one you change one, that's as good as it gets You can play all year long on two or three sets
J.W. Crowell was a hell of a man He played two nights a week in a hillbilly band He played at the Ice House on Telephone Road He played in the yard just to lighten his load
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Hey J.W play that frogline Let Rodney sit in, hell, he's goin' on nine His fingers are bleedin' but he's keepin' good time Playin' Black Diamond Strings, he'll never quit tryin'
Causette told ym both You boys pack t up, it's time to go home We got church in the mornin' it's comin' up dawn Don't make me say it again or I'm gone You can stay here forever, but you're gonna walk homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
