Musicians don't usually beat up piano's, as much as they beat up thier bodys. This is the greatest anology of a beat up body (and mind) that I've ever heard! Thank's John for this lesson in life.

****Perfectly Good Guitar*****Written by John Hiatt

He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standin everywhere
They all got wet when he smashed that thing
Off in the dark you could hear somebody sing

Oh it breaks my heart, to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are, smashing a perfectly good guitar

It started back in 1963, his Mamma wouldn't buy him that new red harmony
He settled for a sunburst with a crack
But he's still trying to break his Mamma's back

CHORUS

Well he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend
But every good thing comes to an end
Now he just sits in his room all day listening to every note he ever played

There outta be a law with no bail
Smash a guitar and you go to jail
With no chance of early parole
Ya don't get out untill you get some soul

Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars
Smashing a perfectly good guitar
I don't know who they think they are, smashing a perfectly good guitar

Late at night the end of the road
He wishes he still had that ol guitar to hold
He'd rock it like a baby in his arms
Never let it come to any harm

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