Guitar Man

A hard drifter with a guitar and a twenty dollar bill
A man who hopes that she's coming back but knows that she never will
Searching through the dance halls for a love that's never there
Loading up the pistol 'cause it feels that no one cares

Strings are like a tonic, they put that music in your veins
Slip into a song about making money robbing trains
Things are getting better now her face is not so clear
You better keep that guitar handy, it's gonna be that kind of year

Daddy left no money, oh, but you always wished that he had
You spent half your life blaming all your cares on poor old dad
But you're afraid to pull the trigger
You're afraid you're gonna miss the fun
So you pick up that guitar and you put away the gun and you strum

Strings are like a tonic, they put that music in your veins
Slip into a song about making money robbing trains
Things are getting better now her face is not so clear
You better keep that guitar handy, it's gonna be that kind of year

Got some family in the house tonight, thank y'all for coming
Maybe I'll take my hat off so y'all can see me up there
By marriage
Do another one that my dad wrote, this is
A little bit of Texas beach music for y'all
This is called "I Come and I Go"