Moses Hazy Play That Damn Guitar
I ain’t gonna work in a record store
I won’t write for a music mag
I can’t inhabit any other kind of clothes
Except for my usual rags
so I couldn’t be a fancy chauffeur
I wouldn’t but wreck those cars
the only thing I can somehow manage
is playing that damn guitar
play that damn guitar boy
play that old damn thing
it’s the only bell I can plant
an’ ah can barely make it ring
I ain’t gonna work in a bar
I couldn’t handle those drinks
I ain’t fit for working on a construction
man I knows what those rednecks thinks
so I won’t be a hunk of a lumberjack
with biceps and a manly jaw
the only thing I’m man enough
is to play that damn guitar
play that damn guitar boy
play that old damn thing
it’s the only bell I can plant
an’ ah can barely make it ring
but it ain’t all just roses and feathers
ain’t just “kick ass” and “cool”
you sweat yer soul on a shit of a song
that makes you look and sound like a fool
one day you got the music
the next day it’s gone
and you’ll play the skin off yer fingers
and wonder what went wrong
you could blame it on a calling
that wouldn’t fetch too far
it’s about knowing the ground you stand on
it’s about knowing who you are, so
play that damn guitar boy
play that old damn thing
it’s the only bell I can plant
an’ ah can barely make it ring
play that damn guitar boy
play that old damn thing
it’s the only bell I can plant
and I'm about to...make it...rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring...
