Virgil Sebranek was his name His sweet six string was a Gibson made She looked real nice there on his lap Then he'd plug her into his old tube amp He had a little band and they played around Down at the Old Folks Home in town Johnny on the banjo, Bec on the keys Virgil on his sweet six string Virgil on his sweet six string He turned her up and he made her sing Happy as a lark in spring Virgil on his sweet six string Virgil on his sweet six string He worked all week to feed his kids He cleared brush from the power lines, he did He saved his pennies and he saved his dimes 'Til he had enough so he could buy That pretty guitar that he saw In the mail order guitar catalog And when the weekends rolled around Virgil's sweet six string rang out Virgil on his sweet six string He turned her up and he made her sing Happy as a lark in spring Virgil on his sweet six string Virgil on his sweet six string Now Virgil's gone, God Bless his soul He lies high on the hill and I'm sure he knows That his kids and grandkids carry on Down in the valley when the sun goes down About this time, every year Friends and family gather here To hear that sweet bluegrassy ring From the fiddle and the banjo And the sweet six string