Don’t Forget to Take Your Damned Guitar



I met her on a bender in Detroit
She said “I’ll be like her on steroids”
I asked for her I.D.
And she pulled a gun on me
Then, she tried to sell me tabloids

And she said “Don’t forget to take your damned guitar
Careful what you drag home from the bar
Don’t know where you’re going but I doubt you’ll get too far
So, don’t forget to take your damned guitar

Next thing I knew, I was out of money
She looked at me, said “now, that ain’t funny”
I ran with what I got
‘Cause that’s when she fired a shot
I didn’t give my name so, she called me “honey”

Chorus

Don’t you go places you don’t know
And, don’t take your damned guitar.

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