We Are the Guitar Men

Were it not for my guitar
 My hands would both be idle, my brain suicidal
 For I would not have an outlet
 For the tidal wave of feelings in my heart
 When I'm trying not to cry
 I grab her by the neck and strike her with a plectrum
 A life without accompaniment would wreck me
 So, I hope we never part
 Give me a guitar, an extension of my soul
 Hold her in my arms and I lose control (he is the guitar man)
 She completes me, makes me whole
 We are the guitar men, long live rock and roll
 Ah, ah-ah
 Ah-ah, ah-ah
 When I cannot find the words
 My fingers will articulate the pain, the joy, the love, the hate
 So, listen as my instrument
 Dictates a memorandum to the throng
 How I love my sweet guitar
 To the luthier, I owe a debt of gratitude for every fret
 For when I hold my baby in my arms
 I get the feeling I belong
 Give me a guitar, an extension of my soul
 Hold her in my arms and I lose control (he is the guitar man)
 She completes me, makes me whole
 We are the guitar men, long live rock and roll
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 Give me my guitar, an extension of my soul
 Something to believe in, truth be told (he is the guitar man)
 She completes me, makes me whole
 We are the guitar me, long live rock and roll
 Ah-ah-ah
 Ah-ah-ah
 Ah-ah-ah