John Hiatt & The Guilty Dogs
Perfectly Good Guitar
Well, he threw one down from the top of the stairsBeautiful women were standing everywhereThey all got wet when he smashed that thingBut off in the dark you could hear somebody sing:[Chorus:]Oh, it breaks my heart to see those starsSmashing a perfectly good guitarI don't know who they think they areSmashing a perfectly good guitarIt started back in 1963His momma wouldn't buy him that new red HarmonyHe settled for a sun-burnt with a crackBut he's still trying to break his mama's back[Chorus]He loved that guitar just like a girlfriendBut every good thing comes to an endNow he just sits in his room all dayWhistling every note he used to playThere ought to be a law with no bailSmash a guitar, and you go to jailWith no chance for early paroleLetras de cancionesYou don't get out till you get some soul[Chorus]Late at night, the end of the roadHe wished he still had the old guitar to holdHe'd rock it like a baby in his armsNever let it come to any harm[Chorus]
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