me and my guitar. always in the same mood. i am mostly flesh and bones and he is mostly wood. never does grow impatient for the changes i don't know
no. if he can't go to heaven
maybe
i don't want to go
lord. picture me in the key of e
call me uncle john. any fool can easily see that we go back a long time. feel something like fine to me
there's no such thing as the wrong time. he hops up on my knee
singing
get down
pops
it's song time. every now and then i'm a lonely man
it's nice to know that i've got a friend. puts his power right in my hand
all i've got to do is the best i can
if i can. got a dog named david
got a bird named dinah
got a birthmark on my thigh in the shape of mainland china. got a somewhat southern accent cause i come from carolina
and if you want to find us
we'll be walking right behind you. i hear horns
i hear voices
i hear strings
seems i was born with too many choices. now what am i going to do with all these extra things
as they serve to confuse me
really. it's me and my guitar
essentially me and my guitar. oh
maybe a few friends fall by for tea
a little bit of 'who do you love?'
but pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
it's me and my guitar. having fun
boogie-woogie
uh-huh
me and my guitar.