Billy Strings

Lord, Lord, I got them browns fairy blues.

Drink a block and tackle kind.

You can walk a block and tackle a lion.

Lord, Lord, I got them browns fairy blues.

Well, I walked up to my girl's old man And I asked him for my true love's hand Lord, Lord, I got them browns fairy blues Said, you little, little galoo That hurt him and got his foot Lord, Lord, I got them browns fairy blues guitar solo

Hard luck, pubs, denim in the rain The world was corn, you couldn't buy grain Lord, Lord, I got them browns, fairy blues Walk around in Sydney coast Smell of the street, wherever he goes Lord, Lord, I got them browns, fairy blues

Sometimes it's hard.

Sometimes it is definitely...

That's how I felt when I sang on stage the night my mom died.

It was cathartic.

I've had songs that I've written

about something totally different that I didn't realize I wrote for myself until months later.

I write these words thinking that I'm giving some information to some people that could hear it.

Really, I'm the one that needs to hear it.

And I wrote that for myself so that I could heal.

And now I go sing it on stage.

And there's also been songs, Stratosphere Blues and I Believe in You.

The other night I was singing that on stage and

You know, like I said, I wrote that before my mom had died, and now singing it after is just different.

It's like I knew something or something, you know?