Six String
I'm heading down that long tiresome road
Have a six string I never have to reload.
Blazing my way before my star burns out
And yes I may hold you near
Don't ask me to hold you dear
But I'll sure take another beer
Making my six string shout
Sometimes making it cry
Be rocking till I die
Just don't ask me why
Somewhere someone may dream of me
Even though with them I may never be
Memories, of the towns I have left behind.
Echoes of regret never let enter my mind
Love ain't that easily defined
Thousands of screaming people still hear them in my head.
I will be rocking them till long after I'm dead
One town is the same as another
Still call people I don't know my brother.
Sometimes while making my guitar scream
The smile ain't as easy at it may seem
Where will I lay my head tonight.
And Who's lover am I going have to fight
Rocking along the highway
Life sometimes leaves me with nothing to say
Some sexy momma just wants me for a day
And for a hot blooded country boy like me
Everything looked ok as far as I could see
Just couldn't let that be.
Feeling the city heat.
Smiling at all those I meet
Standing there in front of that crowd
Made sure my six string was good and loud
Left them people wanting more
But I'd done left the floor
And then I'm on that tiresome road once again
And I can't remember all them towns I've been
But someday maybe
You can be my baby
I can tell you now, tomorrow I'll b on that tiresome highway
And you won't be going my way
Getting it while the getting is good
Just so it's understood
I hear that highway a calling me
And that's the way it is always going to be
Playing my six string till my star crashes and burns
Living off whatever I may earn
Playing that damn thing till I die.
Don't bother asking me why
The lonesome highway may be long
But at the end I'll be singing you my song
Six string always loud
My heads up in a cloud
Tell me whoever tries to takes my place
Their going to have to bow out in disgrace
Cause no one can make one sound like me
No one you'll ever see
This six string in my hand
Playing lead in my own band
Cause
Even after I'm dead
Them six stings, will still be playing in my head
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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