Play, guitar play

Take me back to yesterday

Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields

Let me hear, my momma calling

Look a-yonder ya'll who's coming

Down the road, he's a coming home

But they know I never will.



I left them living with that awful thing 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 song

As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong

Guitar we got years to kill

We got to climb that distant hill

I wonder if they think of me.

(Guitar play)...