Banjo Bill
It was spring when he arrived in town
Came to Tucson, just to look around
He was seeking weather that was right
Wanted to pick Bluegrass every night
Heard about a new picker in town
“Hot banjo” was the word going round
When we met, he said, “I’m Banjo Bill”
Down from Iowa with time to kill
He and wife Cindy came to my jam
Heard his Banjo and became a fan
I hope he sticks around, this guy’s good
He may be moving here; knock on wood
Soon he said what I wanted to hear
In the autumn, we’ll be moving here
So easy going and fun was he
His banjo playing sure impressed me
Bill moved to Tucson five months later
His banjo play couldn’t be greater
Today he plays in four different bands
As a banjo picker, “He Is Da-Man!”
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