Cool Dry Place

Well, I woke up this morning
 The place was such a wreck
 I couldn't reach the bathroom
 Thought I better clear the deck
 I tried to call the lawyer
 And asked him what to do
 He referred me to his doctor
 Who referred me back to you
 And when you checked the manual
 You kept inside the case
 It said put it in a cool dry place
 Now I drove around the city
 Looking for a room
 That was high above the water
 Where my things could be in tune
 There was no one to help me
 Nobody even cared
 I had to go through hell
 To get those things up there
 I paid my first subscription
 Then I joined the idle race
 And they said, store it in a cool dry place
 I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums
 Accordions and mandolins and things that sometimes hum
 Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score
 And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor
 Some places they get mildew
 And others get too hot
 Some places are so damp that
 Everything you got just rots
 All kinds of condensation
 A direct result of rain
 And not much compensation
 When everything's been stained
 Some have sentimental value
 That cannot be erased
 Go store it in a cool dry place
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 (Pack it up)
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 We got solids and acoustics
 And some from plywood board
 And some are trimmed in leather
 And some are made with gourds
 There's organs and trombones
 And reverbs we can't use
 Lots of DX sevens
 And old athletic shoes
 I bought a great big building
 It took up one whole block
 I made an inventory
 Of all the things in stock
 The place was getting longer
 I was up all night
 I used up all my pencils
 But I went on despite
 The blurring of my vision
 The sweat upon my face
 I got to put this stuff away
 I mustn't leave a trace
 The landlord's breathing down my neck
 He says it's a disgrace
 So I said, put it in a cool, dry place