If I Was Your Guitar (I'd Be the Happiest Woman Alive)

If I was your guitar, I'd be the happiest woman alive Lay me down across your lap dear papa Slide steel upon me and fly Travel up and down my frets caressing the magic note The way you get up all inside you work my heartstrings to no control! You hurt me wound me mess my strings up and tune me My acoustics' wired up to your electric touch My heart beats for you that I want you too much... I want you too much! Imagine being your woman... home without you all the time, But if I was your guitar, I'd be the loving of your traveling life. The first man you tell me secrets and feelings to be faithful and treat me right, Round the world, sing me God's praise in the morning And your blue lullaby drinking nights. Bury me when you die, wants to be played on the other side, You can pluck my harp, my strumming angel above Cause you're heaven on earth, and you're out of this world... out of this world! Dance your fingers weaving guitar twine Pulling honey from the sweetest vine Bent over singing soft whiskey breath Intoxicating melodies that sigh upon my neck You know that I would drink you up But I don't know if I can get enough of your stuff.