Angels and Violins

ANGELS TO THE BOW LEND A HAND Marshall Williams and Clement J. Gareau My daddy built instruments People would come from far To string his hand made violins And to marvel at his guitars He taught me to love them How to fix those ole cracks To add coats of shellac They were classic in the land Chorus: I loved to string the guitar I thought it sure had a ring But Daddy said son play the violin You sure can make it sing But I was a teenager Who did not understand The guitar is a girl's/boy’s wonder But angels to the bow lend a hand I'd go to the corner bar And they'd ask me to play I'd reach for my ole guitar And would sing right away As soon as I stopped singing I'd have to play my violin They'd say if you keep playing Our souls you're sure to win (©(©SOCAN (BMI)))