Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Irene Kelley
Drivin’ down a dusty road
He saw that diamond back
Someone just ran over it
Bobby said, “I’m gonna stop for that!”
He picked it up and brought it home
And threw it on the grill
Saved one special part for me
And I believe its power is real
I put a rattlesnake rattler in this old guitar
It turned wood wire frets
And glue into a shining star
Clear as the whistle
Of an old freight train
Warmer than the patter of a Carolina rain
Steady as the rhythm
Of the wheels of an ole box car
I put a rattlesnake rattler in this old guitar
Some say it’s a mountain thing
Some say I’m a fool
But they ain’t heard this old box ring
And now who is fooling who