Verse 1
She don’t talk much ‘bout the days gone wrong,
But her hands start trembling’ when she picks a song.
That old Gibson’s cracked, but it still holds tight,
Like her heart does most nights.

Verse 2
Her voice is a whisper, but it cuts like rain,
Every note soaked in a little pain.
A melody patched with a life lived hard,
Yeah, she’s made of strings and scars.

Chorus
Strings and scars, and a fire that won’t die,
She don’t beg mercy, she don’t ask why.
She just plays it out ‘neath the silver stars,
Yeah, her soul’s tuned up
With strings and scars.

Verse 3
She’s been loved and left, lost and found,
Built her peace from broken sound.
She sings for the souls with old battle scars,
They all carry strings and scars.
Chorus
Strings and scars, and a fire that won’t die,
She don’t beg mercy, she don’t ask why.
She just plays it out ‘neath the silver stars,
Yeah, her soul’s tuned up
With strings and scars.

Bridge
No spotlight needed, no stage too small,
Just six strings singing’ down a barroom wall.
And when she’s gone, they’ll still hear her heart,
In the hum of those strings and scars…

Final Chorus
Strings and scars, and a fire that won’t fade,
A life she lived in the chords she played.
She just played it out ‘neath the silver stars,
Yeah, heaven knows her name—
Strings and scars.--------   please love her one-day she will be gone 

Strings and scars,

Long Live the South, The Fox and the Hound, Countz Country, Songs written by Stan Countz

Long Live the South

Gospel, Christian Country, Country Gospel, Just a Revival, Songs written by Stan Countz

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