Loudon Wainwright Red Guitar
I. Used to have a red guitar
‘Til I smashed it drunk one night
Smashed it in the classic form
As Peter Townshend might
Threw it in the fireplace
Left it there a while
Kate she started crying when she saw my sordid smile
II. Red guitar was made of wood
It could not take the heat
Red guitar it caught on fire
And the damage was complete
It burned until all that was left
Were six pegs and six strings
Kate she says, “You are a fool.
You done a foolish thing.”
III. I placed the remains in the case and I put the case away
Went to New York City for a new guitar the next day
I bought my self a blond guitar
Had it for three days
Some junkie stole my blond guitar
God works in wondrous ways
