Black Diamond Strings - Guy Clark

Black Diamond Strings

Black Diamond Strings

Drinkin'1 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

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?

em 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 home