Strings
I been a guitar picker since I was 13
Me and my Taylor trying to earn a little green
Never amounted to much in this country music scene
Well them Nashville crooks really drove me wild
Them big city lights ain't never been my style
So I'll be south of Fort Worth for a little while
Still figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Up and down this road, the things that I've seen
But I'll Never know just what they mean
I was playing a show west of Stephenville
Met a brown haired girl with looks that'd kill
She was there to find out if I do or if I will
Well ten years later I never had a doubt
But there's still a few a things I'm feeling out
Never been a girl you knew everything about
Still figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Up and down this road, the things that I've seen
But I'll never know just what they mean
Like playing cards with the devil
But you get the deal
Decide for yourself
What is and isn't real
But you know you can't live without the thrill
Of figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Up and down this road, the things that I've seen
But I'll Never know just what they mean
I'm still a guitar picker at the age of 83
Learning new riffs and I can't even see, but
These chords and rhythms, they keep me free
My lady's pretty brown hair went'n turned gray
But this love of ours, it'll never fray
And I learn something new about her everyday
Still figuring out these strings
Me and my Taylor trying to earn a little green
Never amounted to much in this country music scene
Well them Nashville crooks really drove me wild
Them big city lights ain't never been my style
So I'll be south of Fort Worth for a little while
Still figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Up and down this road, the things that I've seen
But I'll Never know just what they mean
I was playing a show west of Stephenville
Met a brown haired girl with looks that'd kill
She was there to find out if I do or if I will
Well ten years later I never had a doubt
But there's still a few a things I'm feeling out
Never been a girl you knew everything about
Still figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Up and down this road, the things that I've seen
But I'll never know just what they mean
Like playing cards with the devil
But you get the deal
Decide for yourself
What is and isn't real
But you know you can't live without the thrill
Of figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Figuring out these strings
Top to bottom and everywhere in between
Up and down this road, the things that I've seen
But I'll Never know just what they mean
I'm still a guitar picker at the age of 83
Learning new riffs and I can't even see, but
These chords and rhythms, they keep me free
My lady's pretty brown hair went'n turned gray
But this love of ours, it'll never fray
And I learn something new about her everyday
Still figuring out these strings
Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Edrington
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