Play, Guitar Play

Play, guitar play Take me back to yesterday Let me see, cotton growing In the fields Let me hear, my momma calling Look yonder y'all 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