The Mafia Stole My Guitar - Alex Harvey

The mafia stole my guitar

Aha aha

The old time Telecaster

Aha aha

Down Florida way where they swing all day

The sun beats down on Miami Town

Collecting the dues

For singing the blues

The syndicate man’s on the wire

Aha aha

He says he got a system on hire

Aha aha

In the old Cuba woods they was selling my goods

Growing the vine drinking the wine

Walking the tracks from the old outback

The enginners turning the screws

Aha aha

He thinks he’s got nothing to lose

Aha aha

But it’s gotta be done on the Indian run

Saying goodbye I dont wanna cry

If the good lord was willing and the creek’s not dry

Oh God father, why hast thou forsaken me?

Oh God father, why hast thou forsaken me?