The Guitar Man

They call me the guitar man. Cause I can really bend those strings. I no longer play in a band, But I can make my guitar sing. There ain't nothing I can't play, I carry music in my soul. I play better than yesterday, I can play some solid gold. My acoustic Alvarez, Can either sing or cry. I thank the Lord, that he has blessed, My guitar and me from on high. If you're ever down in Texas, Come and see this guitar man. I don't look at all like Elvis, But I do the best I can. Ask around and you will see. That I am not so hard to find. If you hear music, thats where I'll be, So come on down, if your'e inclined. 9/5/10 Alton Texas