Texty: George Jones. Wood and Wire.

Fame, a dream put off for the family's needs
He puts in eight down at the factory
When he gets home his feet are tired
If he had his way he'd been a workin'
With his hands on wood and wire

Saginaw spruce, Tennessee maple
Sears and Roebuck, black diamond strings
Late at night he fans that fire
When he grabs hold of that wood and wire

Days, years, his dream just disappears
They never once heard him complainin'
Their every wish is his desire
And without them he might have made it
With his hands on wood and wire

Saginaw spruce, Tennessee maple
Sears and Roebuck, black diamond strings
Late at night he fans that fire
When he grabs a hold of that wood and wire

If you ask him, he will tell you
That he don't have no regrets
Till you take his calloused fingers
And let 'em fly across those frets

Saginaw spruce, Tennessee maple
Sears and Roebuck, black diamond strings
Oh, late at night he fans that fire
When he grabs hold of that wood and wire

Late at night he fans that fire
When he grabs hold of that wood and wire