(Verse) On a downtown street in Memphis A gets walkin into Elvis' shoes Ain't got enough to make the rent, much less to pay his dues But he walks into an old pawn shop And he plunks down everything he's got Six shiny strings on an old wooden box
(Verse) Well the man throws in an old case Can't wait to get it home And he plays and he plays in a secret place Til there's a pounding on the wall Well the guy next door yelling knock it off man I don't want to have to call the cops But he can't stop he done heard the call
(Chorus) Six shiny strings on an old wooden box Put her in the right hands man The dang thing nearly talks It'll thrill your soul, it will cheer your bones Brother, right down to your socks Six shiny strings on an old wooden box
(Verse) Well he picks and he plays on it every day Til he finally gets the call The guitar man's too drunk to play Down at the legion hall Well he hits the stage and he burns it up The crowd starts yelling, brother turn it up And he takes his first step down a lost highway
(Chorus) Six shiny strings on an old wooden box Put her in the right hands man The dang thing nearly talks It'll thrill your soul, it will cheer your bones Brother, right down to your socks Six shiny strings on an old wooden box
(Bridge) And they said play your heart out kid Oh Lord, don't you know he did? In a cloud of dust, he was on the bus and gone Bright lights and neon signs The years flew by in forth fore time Now he calculates the price for every song
(Verse) On an old tour bus in Texas Cat's pickin out a lonesome tune He tells himself he's trying to write He's just a howling at the moon Well he starts downhill and it hits the steel Assorted wives and a few ex-kids And he can't make the change that's a coming soon
(Verse) In some old Nashville hock shop A man's living with the cash in hand He traded in a Martin box and one shiny golden band Outside some kid had stopped a guy Starring in the window of that old pawn shop Six shiny strings on an old wooden box
(Chorus) Six shiny strings on an old wooden box Put her in the right hands man The dang thing nearly talks It'll thrill your soul, it will cheer your bones Brother, right down to your socks Six shiny strings on an old wooden box