Play that d*** Guitar Lyrics

I ain't gonna work in a record store
I won't write for a music mag
I can't inhabit any other kind of clothes
Except for my usual rags
so I couldn't be a fancy chauffeur
I wouldn't but wreck those cars
the only thing I can somehow manage
is playing that d*** guitar

play that d*** guitar boy
play that old d*** thing
it's the only bell I can plant
an' ah can barely make it ring

I ain't gonna work in a bar
I couldn't handle those drinks
I ain't fit for working on a construction
man I knows what those rednecks thinks

so I won't be a hunk of a lumberjack
with biceps and a manly jaw
the only thing I'm man enough
is to play that d*** guitar
play that d*** guitar boy
play that old d*** thing
it's the only bell I can plant
an' ah can barely make it ring

but it ain't all just roses and feathers
ain't just "kick a**" and "cool"
you sweat yer soul on a s*** of a song
that makes you look and sound like a fool

one day you got the music
the next day it's gone
and you'll play the skin off yer fingers
and wonder what went wrong
you could blame it on a calling
that wouldn't fetch too far
it's about knowing the ground you stand on
it's about knowing who you are, so

play that d*** guitar boy
play that old d*** thing
it's the only bell I can plant
an' ah can barely make it ring
play that d*** guitar boy
play that old d*** thing
it's the only bell I can plant
and I'm about to...make it...rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring...