Black Diamond Strings

[Chorus] Black Diamond Strings This Black Diamond Strings Drinking 1 W. Harper Playing Black Diamond Strings Black Diamond Strings Are like white flour and grits You play Black Diamond Strings Cause its all you can get [Verse 1] Black Diamond Strings on a catalogue 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 hill-billy band He played at the Ice House on Telephone Road And he played in the yard just to lighten his load [Chorus] [Verse 2] Say hey, J.W, come on play that frog line Let Old Rodney sit in, hell, he's going on nine His fingers are bleeding, but he's keeping good time Playing Black Diamond Strings, and hell never quit trying And I cassette she told em both She said, "You boys pack it up, its time to go home We got church in the morning, man, its coming up dawn Don‘t make me say it again or I'm gone You can stay here forever, but you‘re going to walk home" [Chorus][x2]