Play My Guitar

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, I get caught in the

middle morn,

And I'm going around an dround, there's something I'm

telling you,

you're good, I'm diggin' you, hey hey, what can a poor

boy do these days,

Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,

Except play my guitar, keep me from goin' crazy,

I want to play my guitar, it's all that still saves me.

Sometimes you say you love me then you act strange,

You got me believin' I was deranged but there's trouble

now I'm telling you.

You're good, I'm diggin you, hey hey, what can a poor boy

do these days,

Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,

Except to play my guitar, keep me from being _____ me,

I'm gonna play my guitar, that's all that still moves me.

_____ now what you say or do, anything you want me to, I

believe this thing's true.

Look how I'm digging you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do

these days,

Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,

Except to play my guitar, keep me on moving,

I want to play my guitar, that's all that still moves me,

I want to play my guitar, that's all that still thrills

me.