Leave My Guitar Alone - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Don Quixote got nothing on me

Saddle up the windmill I feel a breeze

I’m fully loaded, you got keys

Don’t know about the next but the first trip is free

So get free, baby on me

Night owl reasons and a trifle snow blind

Don’t let the sun hurt those turquoise eyes

Skin like the moon in a medusa’s wig

Strictly rockers when she makes your gig

Makes the gig, makes it big

You can feed me to the lions, I don’t care

Take my weed and my money and put it somewhere

You can do what you want to but leave my guitar alone

Do what you want to but leave my guitar alone

If the heater starts hissing then you hit the door

Old song and dance no less, no more

Baby your ceiling feels like my floor

Looks like a spider but you should hear it roar, hear it roar, yes it roars

Out in California their throwing a bash

Where the growers grow green and they bury the cash

Don’t worry baby how long it lasts

You got friends around sit back relax, relax, I got your back

I ain’t playing at just being mean

I don’t want to cause a scene

I’m here to give you baby anything

Besides that guitar only has five strings

The old caboose is rocking on down the line

Dew drop inn it sure feels fine

Get it all done before the fog rolls in

The sun shines back

We’ll do it again, and again, do it again