Somebody stole my guitar
Remind me to tell youBout the old silver minerName of hard rock PeteHad his house built on a slopeThey say one of his legsLived in CalicoThere's a rumor going roundThat the other lived in hopeSo I walked in the roomAnd I stoppedI turned aroundAnd looked over my shoulderAnd a voice close beside me saidYou'd better watch your headThe party's over
It wasn't long beforeThe waitress came over and saidCan I freshen up your drinkAnd have you heard of these boysAnd if you feel includedTo buy some cowboy bootsWell it's not that badWe can talk above the noise'So I sucked on my beerShut my eyesAnd tried to listen to the wordsI know I missed the meaningBut the messageWas something I'd already heard
Johnny Ringo's voiceIs getting deeperAnd now he's going to putAnother lock on the doorThe night is getting laterMy head is getting lighterThe mood is getting darkerTequila's being pouredSo I smileAt the old gunslingerIn his frame on the wallAs he pushed back his hatAnd it's all coming backI'd cut a long story shortBut it's much too late for that
Somebody stole my guitarThey took it fromThe back seat of my car
I was sleeping in MemphisIn my hotel roomAnd somebody stole my guitar