I've got rusty guitar strings
from crying salty tears
And this bandstand is getting pretty wet
I've got rusty guitar strings
from crying salty tears
And I'm not even through crying yet
Well, you always got your kicks
when I played my hot licks
You said I was the life of your life
But then you called today,
said you were going away
That you would be an
other picker's wife
I've got rusty guitar strings
from crying salty tears,
and this bandstand is getting pretty wet.
I've got rusty guitar strings
from crying salty tears,
and I'm not even through
crying yet.
I was a guitar picker
in a good ol' country band
And I used to sit and practice every day
I was headed for the top
when I heard my G -string pop
Then my fame started slippin' away
I've got rusty guitar strings
from cryin' salty tears
And this bandstand is getting pretty wet
I've got rusty guitar strings
from cryin' salty tears
And I'm not even through cryin' yet
Now I'm pickin' sour notes
on these sad songs I wrote
I'm out of tune on every note I play
As my salty tears fall down
I know I'm sorrow bound
I'm rustin' my poor career away
I got rusty guitar strings
from crying salty tears
And this bandstand is getting pretty wet
I got rusty guitar strings
from crying salty tears
And I'm not even through crying yet
And I'm not even through crying yet
mmm