| Song Length |
3:02 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Country - Honky Tonk |
Lyrics
Never had a plan play it all by ear
I?m a guitar man by now it?s pretty clear
I knew it the day I first heard that sound
I?d have a guitar problem ?till I?m underground
It happened early when I skipped third grade
I heard Chuck Berry and my plans were laid
Teacher said lyin? ain?t no use
I got a guitar problem and a written excuse
High school came and I made a bid
To be normal like the other kids
Went out for football Coach Bertoline
Saw my guitar problem kicked me off the team
Got to college they were havin? a war
Nobody seemed to know what we were fightin? for
Recruiter said time to take your test
With a guitar problem I scored a 4-F
Days came and went and they reached the moon
While I was learnin? licks sittin? in my room
I carried a stash and I grew my hair
Same guitar problem now my pants were flared
Met some guys in a country band
They needed somebody with a pickin? hand
Before I knew it I was asked to play
My guitar problem was startin? to pay
Had a lick in mind when I ran that light
Cop said better get your story right
Judge was tough when he set my bail
You got a guitar problem twenty years in jail
Now I sit in a cell with it on my knee
While I?m pickin? on it nobody pickin? on me
I play all day like the Warden asks
You got a problem with that you can kiss my ---