Chris Robinson Brotherhood Leave My Guitar Alone
Don Quixote got nothing on me
Saddle up the windmill I feel a breeze
I'm fully loaded, you got keys
Don't know about the next but the first trip is free
So get free, baby on me
Night owl reasons and a trifle snow blind
Don't let the sun hurt those turquoise eyes
Skin like the moon in a medusa's wig
Strictly rockers when she makes your gig
Makes the gig, makes it big
You can feed me to the lions, I don't care
Take my weed and my money and put it somewhere
You can do what you want to but leave my guitar alone
Do what you want to but leave my guitar alone
If the heater starts hissing then you hit the door
Old song and dance no less, no more
Baby your ceiling feels like my floor
Looks like a spider but you should hear it roar, hear it roar, yes it roars
Out in California their throwing a bash
Where the growers grow green and they bury the cash
Don't worry baby how long it lasts
You got friends around sit back relax, relax, I got your back
I ain't playing at just being mean
I don't want to cause a scene
I'm here to give you baby anything
Besides that guitar only has five strings
The old caboose is rocking on down the line
Dew drop inn it sure feels fine
Get it all done before the fog rolls in
The sun shines back
We'll do it again, and again, do it again
