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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, But i don`t blame her for getting tired Of living from a suitcase all the time. Yes, i know sometimes it looks Like i`ve just simply thrown my life away. I just always figured that if i hung on, I`d make it big some day. I guess it takes a special breed To live this life and think the way i do, But you`ll be glad to hear that any more I ain`t near as bad to drink. How is tommy doing with the business Now that daddy`s passed away? I`m sure daddy always knew that tom Would be the one to take his place. And when he tried to lecture me, I`d sit and pick and sing and let him nag, But way down deep inside i think He always knew that hardware ain`t my bag. We open monday night in bolton city For another two week stand, I wish there was some way that you and tom Could come and hear my band. Wish i had the time to tell you `bout the Places that i`ve been, the things i saw. And i`ll send the fifteen dollars soon As i get to the club and make a draw. When you`re hot, you`re hot there... Ah, i mean, ah, when...what is... When you`re hot, you`re hot, yeah, okay... Mm-mm Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! All right. Ho! I`ve got my dog and he`s real mean! |