Play Your Guitar
Maybe that thing won’t get you too far, might never leave your house
or take you out of the bars. When you were a kid, you thought you’d
be a star. Well, it might happen yet for you and your guitar.
Disappointed your dad and you broke your mom’s heart in so many
ways you don’t know where to start. Your wife and your kid—well you
tore ‘em up too and when they threw you out, that left just one thing to do—play your guitar.
Earth people don’t understand. They’ll try to screw up your plan.
Somehow you still can believe so you roll up your sleeves.
And when you hold it like that and put your fingers right there you
can’t do it wrong ‘cause the sound hits the air and you stand up
and shake it or rock it in a chair, play it like a feather or beat the
wood bare. It opens up Heaven, it’s the right thing to do. When nothin’ else
works it’ll carry you through. Don’t take it from me, just see how it feels
when the world fades away and leaves something real. Play your guitar.
Earth people don’t understand. They’ll try to break up the band. Somehow
you still can believe so you roll up your sleeves and play your guitar.
Piss off your dad and break the girls’ hearts. Play your guitar.
Piss off your momma and break the boys’ hearts. Play your guitar.
Piss off your parents and break the girls’ hearts.
Piss off your parents and break the boys’ hearts.
from Saint Ain't
released March 17, 2014
Belinda Lipscomb: harmony vocals
Bob Nyswonger: bass
Chris Arduser: drums
RF: everything else
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