Loudon Wainwright III Follow

Used to have a red guitar
Until I smashed it drunk one night
Smashed it in the classic form
As Peter Townsend might

Threw it in the fireplace
Left it there a while
Kate, she started crying
When she saw my sordid smile

Red guitar was made of wood
It could not take the heat
Red guitar, it caught on fire
And the damage was complete

It burned until all that was left
Were six pegs and six strings
Kate, she says, "You are a fool
You done a foolish thing"

I placed the remains in the case
And I put the case away
Went to New York City
For a new guitar the next day

I bought myself a blond guitar
Had it for three days
Some junkie stole my blond guitar
God works in wondrous ways