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perfectly good guitar |
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Well
he threw one down form the top of the stairs |
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Beautiful
women were staning everywhere |
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They
all got wet when he smahed that thing |
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But
off in the dark you could hear somebody sing |
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CHORUS: |
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Oh
it breaks my heart to see those stars |
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Smashing
a perfectly good guitar |
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I
don't know who they think they are |
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Smashing
a perfectly good guitar |
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It
started back in 1963 |
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His
momma wouldn't buy him |
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That
new red harmony |
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He
settled fgor a sunburt with a crack |
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But
he's stI'll trying to break his momma's back |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
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He
loved that guitar just like a girlfriend |
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But
ever good thing comes to an end |
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Now
he just sits in his room all day |
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Whistling
every note he used to play |
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There
out to be a law with no bail |
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Smash
a guitar and you go to jail |
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With
no chance for early parole |
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You
don't get out tI'll you get some soul |
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REPEAT
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Late
at night the end of the road |
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He
wished he stI'll had the old guitar to hold |
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He'd
rock it like a baby in his arms |
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Never
let it come ot any harm |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |