Tru-

ly

they

lie,

they

talk

u-

tter

no-

n-

sen-

s-

e

Who

say

that

mu-

sic

re-

ckon

that

the

kan-

te-

le

Was

fashi-

oned

by

God

Out

a

great

pi-

ke's

shoul-

ders

From

a

wa-

ter-

dog's

hooked

bones:

It

was

moul-

dered

from

so-

rrow

It's

be-

lly

out

of

hard

da-

ys

Its

sound

board

from

end-

less

w-

o-

e-

s

Its

strings

gathe-

red

from

tor-

ments

And

it

pegs

from

o-

ther

ills

Tru-

ly

they

lie,

they

talk

u-

tter

non-

sense

It's

be-

lly

out

of

hard

da-

ys

Its

sound

board

from

end-

less

w-

o-

e-

s

Its

strings

gathe-

red

from

tor-

ments

And

it

pegs

from

o-

ther

ills

Tru-

ly

they

lie,

they

talk

u-

tter

non-

sense