Virgil's Sweet Six String Songtext
von Johnsmith

Virgil Sebranek was his name
His sweet six string was a Gibson made
She looked real nice there on his lap
Then he′d plug her into his old tube amp

He had a little band and they played around
Down at the Old Folks Home in town
Johnny on the banjo, Bec on the keys
Virgil on his sweet six string

Virgil on his sweet six string
He turned her up and he made her sing
Happy as a lark in spring
Virgil on his sweet six string
Virgil on his sweet six string


He worked all week to feed his kids
He cleared brush from the power lines, he did
He saved his pennies and he saved his dimes
'Til he had enough so he could buy
That pretty guitar that he saw
In the mail order guitar catalog
And when the weekends rolled around
Virgil′s sweet six string rang out

Virgil on his sweet six string
He turned her up and he made her sing
Happy as a lark in spring
Virgil on his sweet six string
Virgil on his sweet six string

Now Virgil's gone, God Bless his soul
He lies high on the hill and I'm sure he knows
That his kids and grandkids carry on
Down in the valley when the sun goes down
About this time, every year
Friends and family gather here
To hear that sweet bluegrassy ring
From the fiddle and the banjo
And the sweet six string