Black Diamond Strings

Tom: D

Refrão:  
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Black Diamond Strings   
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Black Diamond Strings   
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Drinkin’ 1 W. Harper   
        A 
Playin’ Black Diamond Strings   
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Black Diamond Strings   
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Are like white flour and grits   
  
You play Black Diamond Strings   
            E           A  
‘Cause it’s all you can get   
  
   
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Black Diamond Strings on a Catalog Guitar   
                           E          A 
That’s pretty high cotton whoever you are   
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You break one you change one, that’s as good as it gets   
                               E            A 
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   
  
Chorus   
  
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’   
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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