Red Guitar

Used to have a red guitar until I smashed it one drunk night
 Smashed it in the classic form as Peter Townsend might
 I threw it in the fireplace, I left it there awhile
 Kate, she started crying when she saw my sorry smile
 Red guitar was made of wood, could not take the heat
 Red guitar, it caught on fire and the damage was complete
 It burned until all that was left was six pegs and six strings
 Kate, she said ["You are a fool, you've done a foolish thing."]
 I put the remains in the case and I put the case away
 Went to New York City for a new guitar the next day
 I bought myself a blond guitar, I had if for three days
 Some junky stole my blond guitar. God works in wondrous ways