Can you hold this for a while?
It's a homesick pile
It's my blue guitar.
And when you touch it
It sings tunes
And it will fill the spoon
For all of your medical needs
You think i'd know whats right from wrong
But something makes me feel like i'm long gone
And the dead can't think to read or write
And i'm in the early stages of my life
bacu
It's a homesick pile
It's my blue guitar.
And when you touch it
It sings tunes
And it will fill the spoon
For all of your medical needs
You think i'd know whats right from wrong
But something makes me feel like i'm long gone
And the dead can't think to read or write
And i'm in the early stages of my life
bacu