Play My Guitar – Quicksilver Messenger Service

Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I’m down, I get caught in the middle morn
And I’m going around an around, there’s something I’m telling you
You’re good, I’m diggin’ you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days
Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days
Except play my guitar, keep me from goin’ crazy
I want to play my guitar, it’s all that still saves me
Sometimes you say you love me then you act strange
You got me believin’ I was deranged but there’s trouble now I’m telling you
You’re good, I’m diggin’ you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days
Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days
Except to play my guitar, keep me from being [?] me
I’m gonna play my guitar, that’s all that still moves me
[?] now what you say or do, anything you want me to, I believe this thing’s true
Look how I’m digging you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days
Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days
Except to play my guitar, keep me on moving
I want to play my guitar, that’s all that still moves me
I want to play my guitar, that’s all that still thrills me
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