Tonight I Just Need My Guitar

Gulf coast nights, flounder lights I'm back on the Eastern shore With my history of wrecks I think it's time to check The crab trap of life once more Need is a relative thing these days It borders on desire The high-tech world is full of bright, shiny things We think that we really require Sometimes more than others You see who and what and where you are I'm a one-man band with no immediate plans Tonight I just need my guitar Don't need to feel important or famous No limos or my little Nash car, one lucky man With my feet in the sand Tonight I just need my guitar