Play Guitar Play

Play, guitar play

Take me back to yesterday

Let me see, cotton growing

In the fieldsLet me hear, my momma calling

Look yonder y'all who's coming

Down the road, he's a coming home

But they know I never willI left them living with that awful thing I done

I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and runPlay, guitar play

Help me through another day

Help me make another dollar

Before I goWe got time, for one more song

Then we'll have to move along

Another town, another crowd

Lord, I wonder if they knowCan they read between the lines in my song

As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong

Guitar we got years to kill

We got to climb that distant hill

I wonder if they think of me

Guitar play