Play, guitar play
Take me back to yesterday
Let me see cotton growin' in the fields
Let me hear my momma callin'
"Look a yon-der y'all who's comin'!
Down the road, he's comin' home!"
But they know I never will

I left them livin' with that awful thang I done
I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run

Play guitar play
Help me through another day
Help me make another dollar before I go
We got time for one more song
Then we'll have to move along
Another town another crowd
Lord I wonder if they know

Can they read between the lines in my songs
As I sing about a good boy, that went wrong
Guitar we got years to kill
Got to climb that distant hill
I wonder if they think of me