Guitar Man

A hard drifter with a guitar

And a twenty dollar bill

A man who hopes that she’s coming back

But knows that she never will

Searching through the dancehalls

For a love that’s never there

Loading up the pistol

‘Cause he feels that no one cares

The strings are like a tonic

They put that music in your veins

Slip into a song

About making money, robbing trains

Things are getting better now

Her face is not so clear

You better keep that guitar handy

It’s gonna be that kind of year

Daddy left no money

You always wish that he had

You spent half your life blaming

All your cares on poor old dad

But you’re afraid to pull the trigger

You’re afraid you’re gonna miss the fun

So you pick up the guitar

And you put away the gun and you strum

The strings are like a tonic

They put that music in your veins

Slip into a song

About making money, robbing trains

Things are getting better now

Her face is not so clear

You better keep that guitar handy

It’s gonna be that kind of year