Play Guitar Play

Play, guitar play
Take me back to yesterday
Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields
Let me hear, my momma calling

Look a-yonder ya-all who's coming
Down the road, he's a coming home
But they know I never will
I left them living with that awful thing I done

I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run
Play, guitar play
Help me through another day
Help me make another dollar, before I go

We got time, for one more song
Then we'll have to move along
Another town, another crowd
Lord I wonder if they know

Can they read between the lines in my song
As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong
Guitar we got years to kill
We got to climb that distant hill

I wonder if they think of me
Guitar play