I Got My First Real Six String,

Can You Lay Your Life Down, So A Stranger Can Live? Can You Take What You Need, But Take Less Than You Give? Could You Close Every Day, Without The Glory And Fame? Could You Hold Your Head High, When No-one Knows Your Name?

I Pack Every Minute I Can With Something To Do.

Sometimes When I Play That Old Six-string, I Think About You, Wonder What Went Wrong.

The Concept That You Are Not Ingesting Rotting Flesh Sort Of Sums It Up For Me.

I Got My First Real Six String, Bought It At The Five And Dime, Played It 'til My Fingers Bled.