Guitar Life

Lessons, they come hard.

Dreamin’, to play the guitar.

Chancin’, to be a star.

Runnin’, you can only go so far!

Here I come, baby!

Here I come drivin’ up the road!

Here I come baby!

Carryin’ my own heavy load.

Said look-out , Man!

I’m arrivin’ with my guitar!

Said, look-out, Man!

I’m arrivin’ in the back seat of a car.

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

Here I come, baby!

Here I come drivin’ up the road!

Here I come baby!

Carryin’ my own heavy load.

Said look-out , Man!

I’m arrivin’ with my guitar!

Said, look-out, Man!

I’m arrivin’ in the back seat of a car.

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!

Here I come, baby!

Here I come drivin’ up the road!

Here I come baby!

Carryin’ my own heavy load.

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

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