Play, guitar play.... Take me back.... to yes-terday... let me see... cotton growin'... in the fields.... Let me hear... my momma callin'... "Look a yon-der y'all who's comin'! Down the road, he's comin' home!".... but they know i never will. I left them livin' with that awful thang i done.... I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run.... Play... Guitar play... Help me through... another day. Help me make... another dollar... before I go....... We got time... for one more song... then we'll have... to move along... another town... another crowd... Lord I wonder if they know... Can they read between the lines in my songs... as i sing about a good boy, that went wrong... Guitar we got years to kill... Got to climb that distant hill... I wonder if they think of me............ Guitar play....