Analysis of He Played the Guitar

He played the guitar in a three room shack out on the porch out in the back we gather round to hear him play his songs yeah we were just kids but he let us play along we played on anything we found at hand tablespoons and pots and pans he made us believe we were part of his band and when the song was over he would smile and clap his hand we all believed he was going to go far if he'd just go he would be a star but he always stayed he never left yeah his family was more important to him I beat Couase he could play the guitar just like Johnny Be good sing and dance just like Elvis could he made it look easy just like ringing a bell yeah if had any regrets it was hard to tell then Monday morning he would hurt the road in raggedy Mac truck with heavy load dragging dragging them chains on and off all day yeah it was a hell of a wast of talent but he had that pay to make Couase he could play the guitar just like Johnny Be good sing and dance just like Elvis could he made it look easy just like ringing a bell yeah if had any regrets it was hard to tell then Sunday morning we would gather round in the three room shack at the edge of town to listen to Papa play that old guitar yeah if he would have only gone he been a star Couase he could play the guitar just like Johnny Be good sing and dance just like Elvis could he made it look easy just like ringing a bell yeah if he had any regrets it was hard to tell then Monday morning came rain or shine he would get that load there right on time working for hours before daybreak yeah it was a hell of a waste of talent but logging made his pay Couase he could play the guitar just like Johnny Be good sing and dance just like Elvis could he made it look easy just like ringing a bell yeah if he had any regrets it was hard to tell