Red Guitar

Used to have a red guitar

Till I smashed it one drunk night

Smashed it in the classic form

As Peter Townshend might

Threw it in the fireplace

I left it there a while

Kate, she started crying

When she saw my sorry smile

Red guitar was made of wood

Could not take the heat

Red guitar, it caught on fire

And the damage was complete

It burned until all that was left

Was six pegs and six strings

Kate, she said, "You are a fool

You've done a foolish thing."

Placed the remains in the case

And I put the case away

Went to New York City

For a new guitar the next day

I bought myself a blond guitar

I had it for three days

Some junkie stole my blond guitar

God works in wondrous ways