Guitar Life
Lessons, they come hard.
Dreamin’, to play the guitar.
Chancin’, to be a star.
Runnin’, you can only go so far!
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Here I come, baby!
Here I come drivin’ up the road!
Here I come baby!
Carryin’ my own heavy load.
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Said look-out , Man!
I’m arrivin’ with my guitar!
Said, look-out, Man!
I’m arrivin’ in the back seat of a car.
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Mama said, you can do it, son !
Papa said, get a job!
My Uncle Bennie, who played in a band
Told me of the glory, women, AND
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Here I come, baby!
Here I come drivin’ up the road!
Here I come baby!
Carryin’ my own heavy load.
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Said look-out , Man!
I’m arrivin’ with my guitar!
Said, look-out, Man!
I’m arrivin’ in the back seat of a car.
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Got an agent, who fucked me around.
Got a job, on the dark side of town.
Lookin’ happy, but playin’ sad;
Never sorry for the good times we had!
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Here I come, baby!
Here I come drivin’ up the road!
Here I come baby!
Carryin’ my own heavy load.
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Said look-out , Man!
I’m arrivin’ with my guitar!
Said, look-out, Man!
I’m arrivin’ in the back seat of a car.
Music: Kevin Weiss
Words: Bobby Dunn
©January 2017