Ed Newberg - Five-String Gibson Mastertone Lyrics
Helpin' my friend Alex unload his rented truckA score spent in the city hadn't changed him all that muchLaughin' 'bout the silly things men never throw awayLike this red four buckle over shoe, hope to find the left somedayThen underneath an underwood in a chest too big to liftWas a dusty old black leather case and I realized what I'd missedI hollered at old Alex, "Time to pay for all our help!"So he strapped on that old Mastertone and this is what he yelled(Chorus)Funny thing about pickin', You never really do forgetThen he cut loose on his five-string and he never missed a lickPretty soon our toes were tappin' out the rhythm on the floorOf a rented Rider truck box underneath the roll up door(Banjo instrumental)Neighbors gathered 'round the lift gate like the grand ol' opry's stageI stood proudly by my best friend as they all looked so amazedThen he cut loose with another and he sent our hearts to spaceJust a rented truck box but at the time there weren't no better placeNeither beer nor whiskey nor those home-grown cigarettesEver made me feel so happy as the day I found that chestWith the five-string Gibson Mastertone so elegantly heldBy the master of the art form, my friend Alex when he yelled(Chorus)(Banjo instrumental)
