Edited by Rick Daly on 5/4/2017, 7:01 pm
How ‘bout them folksingers, ain’t they stars
Picking on those banjos, strumming them guitars
Hanging up Tom Dooley, sinking Reuben James
Singing ‘bout all sorts of things, even naughty dames
How to be a folk singer, easy to become it
Buy yourself a Martin, then sit down and strum it
With apologies to Mason Williams.
I wanted to go on and on but quickly ran out of ideas. Anyone else want to add a verse or two?