Lyrics Darwettia's Mandolin - Guy Clark

Now down in Greasy Bend
They're picking up a storm again
The bridge across the Washy Talls swayin'
You can hear it on the wind
Hear the music never ends
Darwettia's mandolin keeps playing

Now ever hope all comin' out that holler
Used to leave a secret mark upon her days
It was a sign to all the others who might find her
Sayin' stop awhile and visit, man
She will feed you beans and biscuits, man
And fixin' boiling cabbage
Down yonder while you wait

Slow down in Greasy Bend
They're pickin' up a storm again
The bridge across the Washy Talls swayin'
You can hear it on the wind
Hear the music never ends
Darwettia's mandolin keeps playing

Now yonder comes a peddler in his wagon
He's got pots and pans and lots of shiny things
And he promised young Darwettia
He would have him

Not no box of candy-kisses
No not, no dolly-dishes
Her one and only wish is purse
Is for some brand new mando strings

So down in Greasy Bend
They're pickin' up a storm again
The bridge across the Washy Talls swayin'
You can hear it on the wind
Hear the music never ends
Darwettia's mandolin keeps playing
Yes my momma's mandolin keeps playing

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