papa’s
old guitar is all that’s left for me
because
papa is seldom here to be with me
endin’
up
playin’
on the floor
mama
told me to get up
or
I’ll be standin’ alone in the corner
mama
said never to go down
that
road
mama
told me not to stay there
playin’
me papa’s old geetar
mama
spoke to me tellin’ if I did
i’ll
get the whippin’ post
but
she knew i’ll be there for days
playing
my papa’s old geetar
now
it’s that i can not keep from drinkin’
smokin’
in that old river dog
cause
now I steal from strangers preachin’ like that old black minister
lost
and near his grave
slowly
fallin’ down to sleep
wishin’
I was home with mama
not
playin’ this, papa’s old geetar
thinkin’
about times, that are buried away
that
are now gone for me and papa