Country Boy, Banjo and Flat Top Guitar

Country music started in the hills a long long time ago
 By a country boy with a guitar & a 5-string banjo
 They'd sit there on the mountainside & make the valley rain
 And people would come from miles around just to hear them play & sing
 They'd drive their buggies into town & climb upon the seat
 And then, they'd start to sing & play for people on the street
 They'd gather 'round & clap their hands & set your soul on fire
 This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
 (Banjo)
 They'd sing about the old folks, the rivers & the hills
 They'd even have stories of the old moonshine stills
 They made people laugh & cry it's a biggest sound by far
 This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
 They'd drive their buggies into town & climb upon the seat
 And then, they'd start to sing & play for people on the street
 They'd gather 'round & clap their hands & set your soul on fire
 This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
 (Fiddle)
 They came down 'round the mountains riding on the crooked trail
 They'd sing the old, high, lonesome songs that we love so well
 That banjo would be ringing with the guitar under their strife
 And Big Country is here to play & sing for you tonight
 They'd drive their buggies into town & climb upon the seat
 And then, they'd start to sing & play for people on the street
 They'd gather 'round & clap their hands & set your soul on fire
 This country boy with a banjo & an old flattop guitar
 (Fiddle)
 (Banjo)