The Student

Steel on rosewood, sounding Downie hip
I show you where to put your finger tips
Plectrum pulled like gold across the lip
Wheat Kings resonates from the guitar crisp.

C.F. Martin has got you beat
I place your hands where you feel the heat
I see you learn each passing day
No steel, no callouses in your way

You’re a natural at this
Giving that Gretsch a kiss.
Pizza gone cold,
Guitars glow til night grows old

And you cannot come around any more
No lessons to master any more
I can’t teach you where to wear the bottle slide
‘less they let me teach guitar on the other side

You’re a natural at this
How much your girls will miss
Rising, falling souls
Guitars glow til the night grows old

And you cannot come around any more
And you cannot come around any more