Lyrics: This Old Banjo

There's a banjo hanging on my wall,
It hadn't been played, for very long.
It stares at me, with these old and angry eyes.

With a coat of dust, from a faded past,
As time went on, up on that wall.
Them runty strings they break apart and dies.

And I see them blue fields clearly from my past.
I hear that banjo ringing and it makes me sad.

Id love to hear that lonesome sound.
For when I sleep I bear that song,
For miles I hear them ring, inside my head.

And when I wake up from my sleep,
The ringing in my ears they call me
back from times when I was young.

And I see them blue fields clearly from my past.
I hear that banjo ringing and it makes as
It makes me.
It makes no sad.

Theres a banjo hanging on my wall.
It hadn't been played, for very long,
It stares at me, with these old and angry eyes.

With a coat of dust, from a faded past,
An time went on, up on that wall.
Them rusty strings they break apart and dies.

And / see them blue fields clearly from my past.
I hear that banjo ringing and it makes me
It makes me.
It makes me sad.

And I pee them blue fields clearly from my past.
And I see them blue fields clearly from my past.
And I see them blue fields clearly from my past.