Yard Sailing

I was born and raised yard sailing
For string bands born from a wandering dime
My mother loved to hear me play out of time
On old guitars through dusty speakers
Fiddle strings that squeak will please her
Hand-me-down harmonies are all I've ever known

Oh, I think she knew that with a roving bow
I could play the tune that would carry her home

I was born and raised yard sailing
For melodies no good at staying
And I will bring them home

I was born and raised yard sailing
For swing beats born in an early dream
My mother loved to hear me play out of key
But these days my hands will toil and teeter
So singing strings won't cease to greet her
Yard sailing on the long way home

The sellers of symphonies left behind
Will someday find all the memories of she and I

Because I was born and raised yard sailing
For melodies no good at staying
And I will bring them home