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 apr00
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