John Hiatt Follow

I killed an ant with my guitar
Underneath romantic Indiana stars
He was a fool, I was so cruel
Power of music is no tool
So I hit him in the head
And now he's dead

I killed him there by the front door
Well it was something he was really asking for
He was a chump, it was no bump or any ordinary lump
No, I squashed his little head and now he's dead

Well, I'm sure he had a family
Some children and a pretty wife
And I'm sure he worked like the devil
Ah, who was I to take his tiny life

But I killed an ant with my guitar
Underneath romantic Indiana stars
He was a fool, I was so cruel
The power of music ain't no tool
So I bopped him in the head
And now he's dead

Ala, la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la
Ala, la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la
Ala, la, la, la la, la, la la, la, la
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