Banjo Player

Don’t ever trust no banjo player

He waits till it’s dark and he’ll have his way with ya

Don’t matter if you’re a woman, a man or a dog

I even knew one once who had sex with a hog

Oh, the Clawhammer kind are strange in their ways

Take the back off the banjo, then they throw it right away

Those old Scrugg cats are the strangest of kinds

You can tell one a mile from his beady little eyes

Take that banjo and be on you’re way

We don’t want your kind around here

And I swear that you’re all the same

As old Ted Bundy, you should all be detained

That old mountain music just won’t sound the same

If you’re sat in a bar and there’s a five-string picker

He’s probably slipped a little pill in your liquor

It was best you were sedated when he did what he did

For if you were awake he’d have you squeal like a pig

Take that banjo and be on you’re way

We don’t want your kind around here

And I swear that you’re all the same

As old Ted Bundy, you should all be detained

That old mountain music just won’t sound the same

Oh, take that banjo and be on you’re way

We don’t want your kind around here

And I swear that you’re all the same

As old Ted Bundy, you should all be detained

That old mountain music just won’t sound the same