This guitar is for sale, I'll let her go cheap She's pretty to look at but she don't earn her keep She can roar like the west wind, she can weep, she
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash And left my mama a goodbye note By sundown, I'd left Kingston With my guitar up under my coat I hitchhiked all
[ Don Rich - guitar ]
Well I always wanted to be a star so I bought me a big round hole guitar All of my friends said you'll go far a pickin' that big round hole guitar Well
[ Tom Brumley - steel + Don Rich - fiddle ]
She turned fifteen with great expectations Her older brother knew that somethin' was up He caught her going through his record collection Lookin' at Hendrix
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(one, two, three, four) Found myself out on a limb But I'm happier than I've ever been But this guitar can't keep from crying Learned to get up when
I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see that it needs sweeping Still my guitar
That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
They kicked us out for playing too loud I carried my amp out through the crowd Some chick took a beer and threw it in my face But I kept right on walking
If you wanna get in trouble let me tell you how to do it Get yourself a guitar and then you're right into it You play all day and you play all night People
Wanna buy a new car But the price ain't right Be a downside cheaper (yes it would) Start riding a bike They're making milk out of powder Got the baby'
Everybody rappin' and talkin' 'bout nothin' And makin' 'em sexy sounds And in the meantime and in between time I'm down here on the ground But now I'
It is three hours past midnight And my baby's nowhere around Yes three hours past midnight And my baby's nowhere around Well, I listen so hard to hear
Well, there's Frank James and Jesse James Billy the Kid and all the rest Supposed to be some bad cats Way out in the West If those cats could of dug