Make a Sound by Josh S.

Threaded metal between my fingers,
To which that old songs lingers,
Find your sound and sing it loud,
This sound this sound how is it found,
Make a sound soul and blues,
Which the jail birds hit for you,
Make a sound good hard rock,
To which the bashers will all flock,
Make a sound acoustic tone,
This is where the tree huggers roam,
Make a sound with that 6 string across your back
And with it never hold back.
Now peace you bluesers, rockers, and all
Don’t forget when you play give it your all.