Lyrics

[Verse]
The banjo's fire starts to hum and glow
Strings like rainfall in a wicked flow
Guitar stands tall with a thunderous roar
Both ready to battle on the old wood floor

[Chorus]
Clashing notes like lightning in the dark
Each chord they strike ignites a flaming spark
Fretted warfare in the smoky hall
One will rise but they could both fall

[Verse 2]
Banjo's quick fingers start to dance and weave
Spinning out tales that you wouldn't believe
Guitar spits grit in a rugged refrain
Throwing melodies that cut like pain

[Chorus]
Clashing notes like lightning in the dark
Each chord they strike ignites a flaming spark
Fretted warfare in the smoky hall
One will rise but they could both fall

[Bridge]
The crowd grows silent as the strings align
Echoes of passion raw and unrefined
Neither bows but they both understand
It’s not the winner — it’s the song they’ve planned

[Verse 3]
The banjo runs wild like a river untamed
The guitar fights back not to be shamed
A duel so fierce it could split the ground
But harmony sneaks in without a sound