Play My Guitar - Quicksilver Messenger Service

Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I’m down, I get caught in the middle morn

And I’m going around an dround, there’s something I’m telling you

You’re good, I’m diggin' you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days

Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days

Except play my guitar, keep me from goin' crazy

I want to play my guitar, it’s all that still saves me

Sometimes you say you love me then you act strange

You got me believin' I was deranged but there’s trouble now I’m telling you

You’re good, I’m diggin you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days

Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days

Except to play my guitar, keep me from being _____ me

I’m gonna play my guitar, that’s all that still moves me

_____ now what you say or do, anything you want me to, I believe this thing’s

true

Look how I’m digging you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days

Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days

Except to play my guitar, keep me on moving

I want to play my guitar, that’s all that still moves me

I want to play my guitar, that’s all that still thrills me