Lyrics

RUSTY STRINGS

I grew up in a downtown diner where my momma worked every night.
Never saw my daddy too much, he could never seem to get it right.
I spent my nights with the rockin jukebox and all the songs my momma sang.
Found an old flattop in the back one night, it was a beat up greasy thing.
Momma said, “Son while you’re sittin round here, oughtta learn to play and sing” so I started picking out those jukebox song on those rusted guitar strings.

Daddy played the lottery, you know he never won a thing.
Momma played the jukebox, Johnny, Willie and the king.
I played that old flattop boy I loved to hear her sing.
Momma played the jukebox and I played those rusty strings.

‘Fore too long I knew those songs, I could play near everything
From the rockin jukebox on the old flattop, all those songs my momma sang
As I got a little older, played the VFW for the soldiers Fridy nights
Had a local DJ come to hear me play, said, “that boy is outta sight!”
Momma said “Son, they’ll be screaming your name, gonna be the next big thing” so,
As I stand up here in the stage and lights I can still hear her sing
With the old jukebox, late at night, as I play those rusty strings.

Momma played the jukebox and I played those rusty strings.
Momma plays the jukebox and I play these rusty strings.