Marry me my sweet guitar

Marry Me My Sweet Guitar

by Prem Srajano

I put my arms round your shoulder
And I pluck at your strings gent-l-y
I am rewarded by those sweet sounds
That you make only for me.

But sometimes you don't like my picking
Our harmony turns into bick'ring
You get to sleep in the bed
While I go and sleep in the shed.

But when we're breathing together
And I feel your music in me
I hear the voice of an angel
Call me to eternity

Marry me my sweet guitar
I promise that I will never part
I'll always be there when you need kissing
And I'll keep you in tune, and listen, listen , listen..
Marry me my sweet guitar
I promise that I will never part
When I strum your lovely chords
You make me disappear into another world.

My father was a guitar man too
I can still hear him play in the barn
It's written right there on his gravestone
Bury me with my guitar,
… and he still sings….

Bury me with my guitar
It's my oldest friend by far
I'll play it when the angels start to sing
My guitar, with six metal strings.

Many a woman's come and gone
Some of them stuck with me fairly long
One friend has stayed through thick and thin
My guitar, with six metal strings.

Tell me when they strike up the band
I'll be there my guitar in my hand
We'll head up that timeless parade
Swinging our way up to the pearly gates
If heaven doesn't want no country songs
Or if they say that rock 'n roll is wrong
Then I'll just spin around on my heels
And I'll go down to hell, where they let me breathe.

When I see a gal I want to know
I pick up my guitar and do a show
It saves a lot of time in romancing
My guitar, with six metal strings.

If one day it looks like I am dead
Lay down my guitar with me in bed
I know that I can count on one sure thing
My guitar, with six metal strings.

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