The curves of yellow banjo (an old Boyscouts' campfire song)

    Am                Dm          E7             Am
The curves of yellow banjo you're huggin' with affection,
    Am                   Dm           G               С
The strings are piercin' heavens with echoes of their sound
    Gm    A7        Dm          G7                  С
The night sky is vibratin', stars mix with their reflections
   Dm                Am          E7            F
So nice to see ya'll here - come up and stick around

Our own private sunset -- the shadows play with fire
Why do you frown, my buddy? The sadness is unfound:
Someone who holds you dear, your passionate admirer
Will say "So nice to see you, come up and stick around"
 
We'll drink some bitter moonshine or maybe even whiskey
Rememberin' the fellows already in the ground.
The yippin' of coyotes, so evil yet so frisky
Will never ever scare us - we'll drink and stick around