Stratocaster Man
Jimi Hendrix
Drug filled days
Lived his life
In a purple haze
His music
Is a monument
To what it's like
When life is spent
Picking guitars
With your teeth
Never touching
floors beneath
He flew so high
He could touch the sky
Stratocaster in his hand
Hendrix was an awsome man
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