Guitar Fool

I wish I were a drifter flipping a nickel or a dime
Head’s I go to Tennessee tail’s I buy some wine
I’d sleep out in the tall grass down beside the tracks
My eyes upon the night sky and my head upon my pack
I wish I was a drifter
I wish I were a gambler with a big ol' watch and chain
I’d go down to Reno I’d find me a game
I’d only keep the company of jokers, kings and queens
A fat cigar between my teeth and ace’s up my sleeve
I wish I was a gambler
If I was a cowboy on an aimless horse I’d ride
Across the flat deserted plain until the moon took to the sky
When I’d build a fire and rest awhile and roll me a cigarette
And strum away some lonesome tune ‘til sleep filled up my head
I wish I was a cowboy
Instead I’m just a simple man a lonesome guitar fool
Trying to write this little song at a quarter after two
Wishing I had gold and silver and a big ol' watch and chain
Cause I’d trade them all for words so fine they could bring you on home to me
Lord, I wish you’d come on home to me