I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And this band stand is getting pretty wet
I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And I'm not even through crying yet
Well you always got your kicks when I played my hot licks
You said I was the light of your life
But when you called today said you were going away
That you would be another picker's wife
I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And this band stand is getting pretty wet
I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And I'm not even through crying yet
I was a guitar picker in a good ol' country band
And I used to sit and practice every day
Then my fame started slipping away
I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And this band stand is getting pretty wet
I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And I'm not even through crying yet
Now I'm picking sour notes on these sad songs I wrote
I'm out of tune on every note I play
As my salty tears fall down I know I'm sorrow bound
I'm rusting my poor career away
I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And this band stand is getting pretty wet
I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears
And I'm not even through crying yet
And I'm not even through crying yet