Me and my guitar
Always in the same mood
I am mostly flesh and bones
And he is mostly wood
Never does grow impatient
For the changes I don't know, no
If he can't go to heaven,
Maybe, I don't want to go, Lord.
Picture me in the key of E,
Call me Uncle John
Any fool can easily see that we
Go back a long time
Feel something like fine to me,
There's no such thing as the wrong time
He hops up on my knee, singing,
Get down, Pops, it's song time.
Every now and then I'm a lonely man,
It's nice to know that I've got a friend
Puts his power right in my hand,
All I've got to do is the best I can, if I can
Got a dog named David,
Got a bird named Dinah,
Got a birthmark on my thigh
In the shape of mainland China
Got a somewhat southern accent
Cause I come from Carolina,
And if you want to find us,
We'll be walking right behind you.
I hear horns, I hear voices, I hear strings,
Seems I was born with too many choices
Now what am I going to do with all these extra things,
As they serve to confuse me, really
It's me and my guitar,
Essentially me and my guitar
Oh, maybe a few friends fall by for tea,
A little bit of "who do you love?"
But pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
It's me and my guitar
Having fun, boogie-woogie, uh-huh,
Me and my guitar.