By Sorrells Pickard

OOOH...ONE, TWO...

MAMA, I GUESS YOU HAVE STOOD AND CURSED
THE DAY I FOUND THAT OLD GUITAR.
WHEN UNCLE HARRY DIED,
THE ONE WE FOUND IN THE BOOT OF HIS OLD CAR.
I REMEMBER HOW MY LITTLE FINGERS BLISTERED
WHEN I TRIED TO LEARN TO PLAY,
I BET YOU NEVER DREAMED THAT OLD GUITAR
WOULD PUT ME WHERE I AM TODAY.


YES, IT'S BEEN A LOT OF YEARS,
I GUESS IT'S BEEN AN INTERESTING LIFE.
NO, MAM, I NEVER FOUND ANOTHER WOMAN
THAT I WANTED FOR A WIFE.
I GUESS THE FIRST TIME SHOWED US
THAT I WASN'T THE DOMESTICATED KIND,