Perfectly Good Guitar sing and play along

He threw one down from the top of the stairs,

his beautiful n't women were standin' ev'rywhere,

they all got wet when he smashed burst that a thing,

but off in the dark you could hear somebody sing:

Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars smashin' a perfectly good guitar.

I don't know who they think they are smashing a perfectly good guitar.

It started back from in nineteensixty his mama would guibuy him that new red Harmony.

He settled for when a sunly with a crack,

but he's still the tryin' to break his mama's back.

Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars smashin' a perfectly good guitar.

I don't know who they think they are

smashing a perfectly good guitar.

It While he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend,

but ev'ry good thing comes to an end.

Now he just sits in his room all day,

whistlin' ev'ry note he ever played.

There

Late at night, the end of the road,

he wishes he still had that old guitar to hold.

He'd rock it like a baby in his arms,

never let it come to any harm.

Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars smashin' a perfectly good guitar.

I don't know who they think they are

smashing a perfectly good,

good guitar.