Play, guitar play Take me back to yesterday Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields Let me hear, my momma calling Look a-yonder ya-all who's coming Down the road, he's a coming home But they know I never will
I left them living with that awful thing 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 song As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong Guitar we got years to kill We got to climb that distant hill I wonder if they think of me Guitar play