Fame, a dream put off for the family's needs   He puts in eight down at the factory   When he gets home his feet are tired   If he had his way he'd been a workin'   With his hands on wood and wire      Saginaw spruce, Tennessee maple   Sears and Roebuck, black diamond strings   Late at night he fans that fire   When he grabs hold of that wood and wire      Days, years, his dream just disappears   They never once heard him complainin'   Their every wish is his desire   And without them he might have made it   With his hands on wood and wire      Saginaw spruce, Tennessee maple   Sears and Roebuck, black diamond strings   Late at night he fans that fire   When he grabs a hold of that wood and wire      If you ask him, he will tell you   That he don't have no regrets   Till you take his calloused fingers   And let 'em fly across those frets      Saginaw spruce, Tennessee maple   Sears and Roebuck, black diamond strings   Oh, late at night he fans that fire   When he grabs hold of that wood and wire      Late at night he fans that fire   When he grabs hold of that wood and wire