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Black Diamond Strings 

Black Diamond Strings 

Drinkin' 1 W. Harper 

Playin' Black Diamond Strings 

Black Diamond Strings 

Are like white flour and grits 

You play Black Diamond Strings 

‘Cause it's all you can get 



Black Diamond Strings on a Catalog Guitar 

That's pretty high cotton whoever you are 

You break one you change one, that's as good as it gets 

You can play all year long on two or three sets 



J.W. Crowell was a hell of a man 

He played two nights a week in a hillbilly band 

He played at the Ice House on Telephone Road 

He played in the yard just to lighten his load 



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Hey J.W play that frogline 

Let Rodney sit in, hell, he's goin' on nine 

His fingers are bleedin', but he's keepin' good time 

Playin' Black Diamond Strings, he'll never quit tryin' 



Causette told ‘em both 

You boys pack t up, it's time to go home 

We got church in the mornin', it's comin' up dawn 

Don't make me say it again or I'm gone 

You can stay here forever, but you're gonna walk home