Jonathan Thompson - My Guitar Lyrics
I pick you up and I put you downFit you in when I’m feeling downBend a note, clear my throatYou’re my guitarLet’s play it sweet let’s play it sadGrunge it up and make it badFeed my soul, let it rollYou’re my guitarFor it’s not for fame, it’s not for fortuneThat I sing our song and pluck our tuneIt’s just a chance to share a storyThen find our way back home to youAnd when I’m home from the roadForgive me darling if I’m feeling coldThe music sleeps and I need you moreThan my guitarBut when the time bell calls me inBefore the payroll sucks me inSix silver strings keep ringing inMy guitar