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Helpin' my friend Alex unload his rented truck
A score spent in the city hadn't changed him all that much
Laughin' 'bout the silly things men never throw away
Like this red four buckle over shoe, hope to find the left someday
Then underneath an underwood in a chest too big to lift
Was a dusty old black leather case and I realized what I'd missed
I 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 forget
Then he cut loose on his five-string and he never missed a lick
Pretty soon our toes were tappin' out the rhythm on the floor
Of a rented Rider truck box underneath the roll up door
(Banjo instrumental)
Neighbors gathered 'round the lift gate like the grand ol' opry's stage
I stood proudly by my best friend as they all looked so amazed
Then he cut loose with another and he sent our hearts to space
Just a rented truck box but at the time there weren't no better place
Neither beer nor whiskey nor those home-grown cigarettes
Ever made me feel so happy as the day I found that chest
With the five-string Gibson Mastertone so elegantly held
By the master of the art form, my friend Alex when he yelled
(Chorus)
(Banjo instrumental)