Play, guitar play Take me back to yesterday Let me see cotton growin' in the fields Let me hear my momma callin' "Look a yon-der y'all who's comin'! Down the road, he's comin' home!" But they know I never will. I left them livin' with that awful thang 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 songs As I sing about a good boy, that went wrong Guitar we got years to k** Got to climb that distant hill I wonder if they think of me.