The Guitarman
I wonder about your friend the guitar man
You know the one with the hair that stands
It’s all about the things he gets
There is not shame, the pride begets
His gal, she loves him, crazy true & discontented
He’s married…. To the music
It’s such a life, this music thing
Not explainable, the ring,
The draw, the beat,
The magic world of tapping feet
I love the sound of harmony
It comes together ....the music
