Hanging out with friends by the telephone lines
Watching noisy blackbirds as they're making time
Rolling into town with their boots on fire
The boys in the band
Brought my new guitar

My new guitar
And its reverb twin
They sound so good
We've become best friends

Driving down from Natchez to New Orleans
We scored a paying gig with a burlesque queen
Bella Acappella sure put on a show
But at the end of the night
We got stiffed for the dough

By early dawn we were feeling tight
So escaped the bar and got out the bikes
Held the throttle down until we lost the town
And in the middle of the road
Sang this song out loud

My new guitar
And its reverb twin
A match made in heaven
Always makes me grin


© RDBrooks, 2013