Guitar Over My Head

. Every town got one of those bad boys. You wonder where

he came from, you don't have a clue. Instead of trying to do what

the good book said, he just broke my guitar right over my head.

I said he broke my guitar right over my head. It was a

hard thing, a hard thing to handle, getting my ass kicked with no

explanation. Nobody could help me understand why he broke my guitar right over

my head, broke my guitar right over my head. Mama,

don't be sad. Mama, don't cry. Daddy, don't you call