I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And this band stand is getting pretty wet I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And I'm not even through crying yet Well you always got your kicks when I played my hot licks You said I was the light of your life But when you called today said you were going away That you would be another picker's wife I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And this band stand is getting pretty wet I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And I'm not even through crying yet I was a guitar picker in a good ol' country band And I used to sit and practice every day I was headed for the top when I heard my sting pop Then my fame started slipping away I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And this band stand is getting pretty wet I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And I'm not even through crying yet Now I'm picking sour notes on these sad songs I wrote I'm out of tune on every note I play As my salty tears fall down I know I'm sorrow bound I'm rusting my poor career away I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And this band stand is getting pretty wet I've got rusty guitar strings from crying salty tears And I'm not even through crying yet And I'm not even through crying yet