The Guitar Player

He was young…he was broke

     but with time on his side

He had an old guitar

     and the courage to try

When life knocked him down

     he would always arise

With a curse on his lips

     and stars in his eyes

With a curse on his lips

     and stars in his eyes

But now his back’s to the wall

He’s got no place to fall

Hope is a memory he barely recalls

He’s got no where to turn

All his bridges are burned

Leaving only the wisdom

     of hard lessons learned

Leaving only the wisdom

     of hard lessons learned

It’s been twenty long years

     since his daughter arrived

She can tell all her friend

     about the live he survived

See that’s my dad

     sittin’ over there

With the worn leather jacket

     and the thousand yard stare

With the worn leather jacket

     and thousand yard stare

 ‘Cause his back’s to the wall

He’s got no place to fall

Hope is a memory he barely recalls

He’s got no where to turn

All his bridges are burned

Leaving only the wisdom

     of hard lessons learned

Leaving only the wisdom

     of hard lessons learned

Time has a way

     of unfolding too fast

Dreams of the future

     become ghosts of the past

He works hard all day

     plays his guitar at night

In a trailer park bedroom

     with a flickering light

A trailer park bedroom

     with a flickering light

And his back’s to the wall

He’s got no place to fall

Hope is a memory he barely recalls

He’s got no where to turn

All his bridges are burned

Leaving only the wisdom

     of hard lessons learned

Leaving only the wisdom

     of hard lessons learned

Leaving only the wisdom

of hard lessons learned © Phil Cohen