38 Special - Homeless Guitar Lyrics
Well, I know how it feels to be ripped from my rootsAnd tossed into a world unbending.Not long ago I was bitten by the truthSome folks spend their whole life pretending.Now I start each mornin' with the sunlight by my sideFind another highway, hitch another rideAnd I use this six-string like an archer wields his bowI believe when the arrow finds its markIt pierces the soul.(Chorus)Three songs for a quarter each time I open my caseFour chords and the voice of a good man fallen from graceNo pity for me mister, I'm proud to be a drifterA long shot from bein' a starYou know, the times ain't been easyFor me and my Homeless Guitar.Now I know how it feels to be judged in a glanceStripped of your pride and your passion.I only know that the rivers of the soulRun deeper than birthright or fashion.I see you look me over, feel the weight of your stareI'm sendin' you a message but you act like you don't care.I see a ripple, a crack in your facadeYou know, it really don't matter who you think you areWe're the same under God.(2nd Chorus)(Bridge)I thank the Lord above for the gift He's given meI'm richer than most menGot a friend in my six-stringIn a world where trust ain't got no guaranteeIf you ain't got a pennyGonna sing you this song for free, yeah.(refrain)Oh, I use these six-strings like an archer wields his bowI believe when the arrow finds its markIt pierces the soul.(3rd Chorus)
