john hiatt
perfectly good guitar
well he threw one down form the top of the stairs beautiful women were standing everywhere they all got wet when he smashed that thing but off in the dark you could hear somebody sing oh it breaks my heart to see those stars smashing a perfectly good guitar i don't know who they think they are smashing a perfectly good guitar it started back in 1963 his momma wouldn't buy him that new red harmony he settled for a sunburst with a crack but he's still trying to break his momma's back he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend but ever good thing comes to an end now he just sits in his room all day whistling every note he used to play there out to be a law with no bail smash a guitar and you go to jail with no chance for early parole you don't get out till you get some soul late at night the end of the road he wished he still had the old guitar to hold he'd rock it like a baby in his arms never let it come to any harm,