Sanoja: Kate Campbell. 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