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...