Boy With a Guitar

Just an old flat top

From an old pawn shop

Didn't cost me a lot

When I bought it

Barely knew how to play it

But I learned how to play it

For some pretty green eyes looking back into mine

On a July night, just hoping she might be paying

A little attention, to a

Boy with a guitar, boy with a guitar

Doing the best to impress her with a song

Trying to win over her heart, to hell with a fast car

I had a six string, strumming out a melody

After all this time, I can still rewind to a campfire kiss in the dark

She's still my blue jean baby, that I think's crazy for giving away her heart

To a boy with a guitar, to a boy with a guitar

Girl ain't it funny how we've been driving around with the windows down

And end up somewhere in a memory, a beautiful memory

You were sipping that strawberry Boone's Farm wine

I was strumming through the summer of '69

Just to watch you dance, hoping you'd take a chance on a

Boy with a guitar, boy with a guitar

Doing the best to impress her with a song

Trying to win over her heart, to hell with a fast car

I had a six string, strumming out a melody

After all this time, I can still rewind to a campfire kiss in the dark

She's still my blue jean baby, that I think's crazy for giving away her heart

To a boy with a guitar, to a boy with a guitar

Somewhere in the night there's a little white house

And a bedroom filled with the sound of a boy with a guitar

And there's a bright marquee on the big city street

And the crowd lined up to see a boy with a guitar

Boy with a guitar, boy with a guitar

Doing the best to impress her with a song

Trying to win over her heart (to hell with a fast car?)

I had a six string, strumming out a melody

After all this time, I can still rewind to a campfire kiss in the dark

She's still my blue jean baby, that I think's crazy for giving away her heart

To a boy with a guitar, a boy with a guitar

To a boy with a guitar