Twang On A Wire

61 Gibson, tobacco sunburst
 Carved my name on the back
 And a bible verse
 It was one piece of wood
 That sure started a fire
 All I wanted to do
 Was twang on a wire
 Well I went to school
 And then went to work
 But it all seemed to me
 Like shoveling dirt
 With each passing day
 I sank deeper in the mire
 I had to find me a way
 To twang on a wire
 There have been times
 When I was so down
 Mothers and lovers
 And preachers came 'round
 No one could cheer me
 Not one could inspire
 There's no consolation
 Like a twang on a wire
 Angels with flat-tops
 They pick and they sing
 Playing those songs
 That pull on heart strings
 As long as I live
 I'll never tire
 Of hearing the sound
 Of a twang on a wire
 When it's all said and done
 And I'm laid in the ground
 Would you have someone play
 That sweet Wildwood Flower
 You could sing me on over
 With a big Gospel choir
 But all that's required
 Is a twang on a wire