Pine Six String - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

He was born the seventh son

The seventh day of July

He was nineteen-seventy driven under the southern sky

And though he did survive

Well his mama she died

Underneath the moon and the howling wind he cried

Now name is in a band

He don't know bad from his good

He carved himself a six string

From some pine in the woods

His howls became screams

Taught himself how to sing

And made his way from Abilene

Way down to New Orleans

Now he made himself a home

Under a big red door

Down below the docks

Amongst the beggars and whores

But when he would sing

People couldn’t do no thing

But listen to the rhythm on his pine six string

A crowd of people gathered round

Their jaws on the ground

Who was this young boy just sleepin' on the ground

But when he would sing

People couldn't do no thing

But listen to the rhythm on his pine six string

I’m a simple kind of man

Don't need your diamonds and gold

If money is your worry

You better lighten your load

Just give me six strings

And a big open road

And I'll tell you how to be free