he threw one down from the top of the stairsbeautiful women were standing everywherethey all got wet when he smashed that thingbut off in the dark you could hear somebody singit breaks my heart to see those starssmashing a perfectly good guitari dont know who they think they aresmashing a perfectly good guitarit started back in 1963his mama wouldnt buy him that new red harmonyhe settled for a sunburst with a crackbut hes still trying to break his mamas backoh it breaks my heart to see those starssmashing a perfectly good guitari dont know who they think they aresmashing a perfectly good guitarhow he loved that guitar just like a girlfriendbut every good thing comes to an endnow he just sits in his room all daywhistling every note he ever playedwell there outta be a law with no bailsmash a guitar and you go to jailwith no chance for early paroleyou dont get out until you get some souloh it breaks my heart to see those starssmashing a perfectly good guitari dont know who they think they aresmashing a perfectly good guitarlate at night the end of the roadhe wishes he still had that old guitar to holdhe'd rock it like a baby in his armsnever let it come to any harmoh it breaks my heart to see those starssmashing a perfectly good guitari dont know who they think they aresmashing a perfectly good guitar
