61 Gibson, tobacco sunburst Carved my name on the back And a bible verse It was one piece of wood That sure started a fire All I wanted to do Was twang on a wire Well I went to school And then went to work But it all seemed to me Like shoveling dirt With each passing day I sank deeper in the mire I had to find me a way To twang on a wire There have been times When I was so down Mothers and lovers And preachers came 'round No one could cheer me Not one could inspire There's no consolation Like a twang on a wire Angels with flat-tops They pick and they sing Playing those songs That pull on heart strings As long as I live I'll never tire Of hearing the sound Of a twang on a wire When it's all said and done And I'm laid in the ground Would you have someone play That sweet Wildwood Flower You could sing me on over With a big Gospel choir But all that's required Is a twang on a wire