Working On My Guitar

I wake up, fry some eggs Pull the blue jeans across my legs And then start working, working Working on my guitar It's all been done, every chord So what the hell? Let's just walk right up to the four That keeps me working, working Working on my guitar I'm just working on my guitar In some nightclub, in some bar I'm just a picking, and a singing And a hoping that you're having a good time Over the din of the conversation There's some musical inspiration That's just me working Working on my guitar Doesn't bother me none, if it don't sound nice If I play a wrong note, I just play the wrong note twice That's just me working, working Working on my guitar If they don't like the way I sing God forbid, I should break a string That keeps me from working, working Working on my guitar I'm just working on my guitar In some nightclub, in some bar I'm just a picking, and a singing And a hoping that we're having a good time Over the din of the conversation There's some musical improvisation That's just me working Working on my guitar I'm just working Working on my guitar That's just me working Working on my guitar