The wife bitches, women leave us, bill s come in at the wrong time, freinds let us down, unemployment all the **** life chucks at us mean's nothing when you pick up the guitar and play, freeing your mind letting the music breathe life and soul into us with each strike of the strings.
Without the guitar life would be hum drum.
While I'm sat here, Playin', I'm tryin' to free my mind!
