Play My Guitar

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, I get caught in the middle morn,
And I'm going around an dround, there's something I'm telling you,
You're good, I'm diggin' you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,
Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,
Except play my guitar, keep me from goin' crazy,
I want to play my guitar, it's all that still saves me.
Sometimes you say you love me then you act strange,
You got me believin' I was deranged but there's trouble now I'm telling you.
You're good, I'm diggin you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,
Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,
Except to play my guitar, keep me from being me,
I'm gonna play my guitar, that's all that still moves me.
Now what you say or do, anything you want me to, I believe this thing's true.
Look how I'm digging you, hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,
Hey hey, what can a poor boy do these days,
Except to play my guitar, keep me on moving,
I want to play my guitar, that's all that still moves me,
I want to play my guitar, that's all that still thrills me.