Play, Guitar Play

Play, guitar play
 Take me back to yesterday
 Let me see, cotton growing
 In the fields
 Let me hear, my momma calling
 Look yonder y'all who's coming
 Down the road, he's a coming home
 But they know I never will
 I left them living with that awful thing I done
 I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run
 Play, guitar play
 Help me through another day
 Help me make another dollar
 Before I go
 We got time, for one more song
 Then we'll have to move along
 Another town, another crowd
 Lord, I wonder if they know
 Can they read between the lines in my song
 As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong
 Guitar we got years to kill
 We got to climb that distant hill
 I wonder if they think of me
 Guitar play