(lyrics and music by Tomm Sibert)

Jennifer Katt - acoustic guitar, backup vocals

Neil Alexander - piano

Jim Johnson - banjo

Tomm Sibert - standup bass

Five Dollar Banjo

My life ain’t been no great shakes

That’s not to say that it ain’t been good

But Errol Flynn and Charlie Lindbergh

Folks like that just never would have understood

You see, adventure was, I suppose, to them what supper was to me

That is before, knockin’ at my door, came opportunity

Had every reason to feel darn smug

And lucky, just a tad

A yard sale fiddle that I bought on a whim

Turned out to be a “Strad”

I raked a bow across my treasure

Just to hear that beauty play

I quickly learned I had no gift for playing fiddle

So the mantle’s where that old strad’s bound to stay

And that got me thinking about the woman I’m with

Who gives her love so free

What could that love and her beauty offer to the world

If I didn’t keep it all for me?

Feel like a sometimes Sunday golfer

With a full matched set of Pings

Like a dusty old secondhand five-dollar banjo

With a brand new set of strings

So now I’m searching for a moral to support my metaphor

How can I deserve the love I get

When it’s too much to give back more?

But I’m not giving up the fiddle I got

I’m keeping your lovin’, too

Perhaps some day I’ll learn to play

And give back love to you

‘Til then I’ll feel like a scarred-up knuckle on a finger

That’s wearing Liz Taylor’s rings

Like a dusty old secondhand five-dollar banjo

With a brand new set of strings

Like a dusty old secondhand five-dollar banjo

With a brand new set of strings