Perfectly Good Guitar(Live) - John Hiatt

Perfectly Good Guitar (Live) - John Hiatt
Well he threw one down
Form the top of the stairs
Beautiful women
Were standing everywhere
They all got wet when
He smashed that thing
But off in the dark you
Could hear somebody sing
Oh it breaks my heart
To see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
It started back in 1963
His momma wouldn't buy him
That new red harmony
He settled fgor a sunburt
With a crack
But he's still trying to break
His mommas back
Oh it breaks my heart
To see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who
They think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
He loved that guitar just like
A girlfriend
But ever good thing
Comes to an end
Now he just sits in
His room all day
Whistling every note
He used to play
There out to be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance for early parole
You don't get out till
You get some soul
Oh it breaks my heart
To see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who
They think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
Late at night the end of the road
He wished he still had
The old guitar to hold
Hed rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come ot any harm
Oh it breaks my heart
To see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who
They think they are
Smashing a perfectly good guitar