Poetry First - Then Music (yes, I phoned it in)

(My Guitar) Leading Me On

LATELY I’VE FLAUNTED, MY GUITAR IS HAUNTED,

AND I’VE BEEN UNDAUNTED ‘TILL NOW

TO PLAY IT, IT PLEADS ME, I GO WHERE IT LEADS ME,

I FEEL LIKE IT NEEDS ME SOMEHOW



IT CALLS AND I FIND IT, I SIT THERE BEHIND IT,

I’M SIMPLY BLINDED AND PROUD

THE STRINGS STEER MY FINGERS AND I HEAR THE SINGERS

AS THE MELODY LINGERS ALOUD



I CRY WHEN IT’S SOUNDING GOOD

JUST 6 STRINGS OF STEEL AND SOME SHINY OLD WOOD

I PLAY… I PLAY OUR SONG

WITH MY GUITAR LEADING ME ON.

I CANNOT HIDE IT. I DIDN’T WRITE IT

IT CAME FROM INSIDE IT, MY FRIEND

IT HURTS AND IT’S HEALING, IT FLIRTS WITH THE FEELING

THAT I’VE BEEN CAUGHT STEALING AGAIN.


SOMEBODY BLESSED IT. A SOUL THAT’S UNRESTED

A SONWRITER’S FINAL BOW

THAT’S WHY I FLAUNT IT, MY GUITAR IS HAUNTED

AND I’VE BEEN UNDAUNTED ‘TILL NOW

I CRY WHEN IT’S SOUNDING GOOD

JUST 6 STRINGS OF STEEL AND SOME SHINY OLD WOOD

I PLAY…I PLAY…OUR SONG

WITH MY GUITAR LEADING ME ON.

copyright 2008 Jim Mohr