Like a Folk Song

Where should I go and just how far When I am playing on a great guitar? Up and down its very illusive neck Before I soon become a total wreck. Each string I'm sure is supposed to sound Like no one else should try to be around Along with me and my magnificent melody Making it seem like I had a lobotomy. With my aggressive guitar and brain wave I will more than likely land in my grave; Of everyone thought that I was well ahead But my music is unpopular and by now is dead. Last licks I got in were short and not long Making it surely sound like a soft folksong We thought was sung by Mo, Curly and Larry Who actually were Peter, Paul and Mary. jthorn5656@atmc.net