I was a rodeo rider as a youngster, sadly got injured involving a horn but the less said about that the better. With my rodeo days firmly over I desperately wanted to continue with this redneck passion of mine.
Times were hard so I took a shoe box and a ball of bailing twine and I fashioned it into a four string which I would pluck away on for hours. 4 strings just never seemed enough yet because I had small feet my shoe boxes weren't big enough for a 6 string model.
Yearning for the money to afford a proper guitar I made and sold wooden picture frames in the layby on the A22. To top up my income every Thursday I cooked up a pot of gumbo and biscuits that I'd sell for 75 pence a bowl in the same spot making sure I didn't encroach upon Rosie's Burger van - not that she sold gumbo anyway.
With earnings secured I haggled with my local music shopkeeper and managed to obtain a cut price axe. And you know what I did with that guitar? I went right back to that layby and rocked it all over again! You bet your sweet ass I did.
Rock on - FREE WORLD! Lishmund OUT.