E-String Blues (a satirical poem) (read it like you’re from Jersey)

There’s resin on my E-string And she will not stop a-stickin’ But I’m midway through the song now With upcoming solo pickin’ And I cannot tell my bandmates Because I’d promised I’d stop smoking Before every gig we’re playing Between Newark and Hoboken But tonight we’re in Secaucus And I didn’t drive through neither So […]