Don't Play Guitar Boy

Don’t play guitar boy
Don’t shoot for the stars boy
The guitar that you play
Could wind up the spade that digs your grave

You want to play every night
Just to follow your dream
Playing that blues music
You want to hear the people scream
But they’ll sneak in through the back
And your boss may rip you off
Make you play real late
You can’t hold down no job

Don’t play guitar boy (etc)

You may have heard about Robert Johnson
He used to carry that guitar around
But if he never played that music
He might have still been around
And take your man Jimi Hendrix
Well sure he played real hot
But he’ll never know
Just how famous he got

So don’t play guitar boy (etc)

Well man I love this music
Like nothing I know
It gets in my system
And it flows through my bones
Sure I could spend my life
Just paying off some bank
But working nine to five
I’ve got to tell you no thanks

I’ll play guitar man
I’ll shoot for the stars man
And this tool that I use
Is gonna play these blues
Until I die