Better play that guitar, boy,
You don't play it no more,
Play for all that it's worth,
Who knows what life has in store,
And things to get harder,
And then they relent,
Then they carry on,
Then they carry on,
Then they carry on.
No more midnight rocking,
For far away champs,
Ma, I swear I saw him moving,
But there was nobody there,
And the morning on the couch,
At the bottom of the stairs,
Swore I'll float on down,
Swore I'll float on down,
Swore I'll float on down.
Twenty or so houses,
Since the first took flight,
Things first got creepy,
When the dark southern night,
North southwest east, creepy,
Night and over seas,
Night and over seas,
Over seas,
Over seas.
And I'll scream it aloud,
Gonna drive it away,
All this bad air here lurking,
You know it's been here all day,
Would have flown in you before,
And a smile and love,
As if crying on fire,
As if crying on fire,
As if crying on fire.
I play this guitar,
For the both of us now,
I got much work to do,
We will smile somehow,
And he knows how much I love him,
It comes burning right through,
He can see it in my eyes,
He can see in my eyes,
He can see in my eyes.