Talking Guitar Blues
If you want to get in trouble I'll tell you how to do it
Get a guitar, and then you're into it
You play all day, and you play all night
The folks say, "He'll never learn to play that thing right
Always griping, wont let you practice."
I bought my guitar some time ago, the man said
I'd learn in a week or so, gave me a book and a pick or two
Said "Now boy, it's up to you."
The dirty dog, wish I could find him now. Cost me 4.95 too
Well, nevertheless I'd spent my dough,
And I couldn't let it go to waste you know,
So, I took that book, guitar and all
And went back home where the trees are tall
Way down in Tennessee. Good place to be when you've got a guitar.
I labored long and labored hard trying to learn a few main chords
The book said 'twas easy as ABC,
But brother, my fingers were killing me.
Got sore right on the ends, couldn't mash the strings down,
Felt disgusted.
For weeks and weeks I labored away,
I could see Ma's hair was turning gray,
She felt nervous, ears ringing
Wanted to scream or scram, I dont know which.
My sister, she took it the worst of all
'Cause she got married that coming fall
She said, for love, but, I have my doubts
I think the guitar just chased her out
But, she wouldn't admit it, game girl
Just couldn't take it that's all.
My old man took it a different way
Said "You may turn your Ma's hair gray
And drive your sister away from home
But, Sonny, either you or I's gonna start to roam
And, I'm not leaving, now, you figure it out yourself
So, the very next morning when my clothes were packed
I slung that guitar across my back
To search the world for my share of fame
But, all I found was heartaches, hand outs
Fellas ya better leave them guitars alone.
This was recorded years ago by Hank Snow among others..
This is from memory, so, hope it's right KM
KM
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