An old mountain banjo,
it makes a lonesome mournful sound
Like few things else anyone ever heard
If you’ve never listened to one played
Trying to explain it would be absurd
He loved to pick and sing until one evening
he had to lay it down,
he went to the parlor to rest,
thought it was for the best
Soon after, they were putting him in the ground
By: J.N.R Dutton
