Some Moody Picking Going On Here
There they sit, the two of them Same blood in the twos veins A musical trinity they are A father’s guitars, his sons a’ pickin’ They play and they listen Big brother picking on Clapton and Little brother, sliding on Almond Brothers Daddy in his day; oh it was Hank all the way Hey it is more than blood that makes them akin, They have a great commonality; each is the other’s friend They played; they fought and fled now both grandpas of a few Life is different now it is new like a shinny penny or... Sign in to see full entry.