Red Guitar

Used to have a red guitar until I smashed it one drunk

night

Smashed it in the classic form as Peter Townsend might

I threw it in the fireplace, I left it there awhile

Kate, she started crying when she saw my sorry smile

Red guitar was made of wood, could not take the heat

Red guitar, it caught on fire and the damage was complete

It burned until all that was left was six pegs and six

strings

Kate, she said "You are a fool, you've done a foolish

thing."

I put the remains in the case and I put the case away

Went to New York City for a new guitar the next day

I bought myself a blond guitar, I had if for three days

Some junky stole my blond guitar. God works in wondrous

ways