My sister was a musical little girl
When she was small, she would
Shimmy up next to daddy’s leg
While his fiddle sound filled our world
Sister inherited daddy’s genes
She played guitar the best
You ever seen
Sister couldn’t read a note
She played music by ear, The
Lyrics she sat and wrote
Sister Star started a small country band
They were called Dusty Roads
They had plenty of fans
Star left some big shoes to fill
When I hear a guitar playing
I think of Star still
