Blood On The Strings

Blood On The Strings(3:15)
John D'Amato
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615-394-1252
Songwriter
John Gerard D'Amato, Jason Robert Hunt
Publishing and PRO
JLD S Vision Publishing, BMI, John Gerard D'Amato, BMI
Jason Robert Hunt, BMI


Lyrics

My first guitar, one of a kind
Bought if all off ole Willie Hines
A little cash and a place to crash made that guitar mine
Played that thing till his fingers bled
When he gave it to me, this is what he said

Reach for the truth with your fingers
Don't let go, cause you know it's gonna sting
Play every note like you mean it
Mean every word you sing
Play from the heart give it all you got
And leave a little blood on the strings

Willie played with all the greats
From B.B. King to Stevie Ray
When he finally quit the road
He taught me how to play
He smiled and said kid it ain't just licks
Playin' fast or fancy tricks

You gotta
Reach for the truth with your fingers
Don't let go, cause you know it's gonna sting
Play every note like you mean it
Mean every word you sing
Play from the heart give it all you got
And leave a little blood on the strings

Willie would watch me from the bar
Leave some blood on my guitar, yea yea

Willie's gone but his song lives on
Every place they get the blues
From Bangor, Maine to San Jose, Boston down to Baton Rouge
Every night when I take that stage
I hear Willie's voice say

Reach for the truth with your fingers
Don't let go, cause you know it's gonna sting
Play every note like you mean it
Mean every word you sing
Play from the heart give it all you got
And leave a little blood on the strings

Play from the heart give it all you got
And leave a little blood on the strings