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He threw one down from the top of the stairs |
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Beautiful women were standing everywhere |
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They all got wet when he smashed that thing |
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But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing |
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Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars |
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Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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I don't know who they think they are |
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Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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It started back in 1963 |
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His momma wouldn't buy him that new red harmony |
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He settled for a sunburst with a crack |
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Yeah but he's still trying to break his momma's back |
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Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars |
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Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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I don't know who they think they are |
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Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend |
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But every good thing, it comes to an end |
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Now he just sits in his room all day |
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And whistling every note he ever played |
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Maybe there out to be a law with no bail |
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You smash a guitar and you go to jail |
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With no chance for early parole |
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You don't get out until you get some soul |
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Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars |
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Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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I don't know who they think they are |
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Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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Late at night, the end of the road |
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He wishes, he still had that old guitar to hold |
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He'd rock it like a baby in his arms |
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Never let it come to any harm |
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Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars |
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Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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I don't know who they think they are |
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Smashing a perfectly good, good guitar |
