Play Guitar, Play Lyrics

Play, guitar play, take me back to yesterday
Let me see cotton growing in the field
Let me hear my mama calling, "Look a-yonder
Your′s coming down the road, he's coming home"
But they know I never will
Left them living with that awful thing I done
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 song
As I sing about a good boy that went wrong

Guitar, we got years to kill, we got to climb that distant hill
I wonder if they think of me