John D. Loudermilk

The Guitar Player

John D. Loudermilk


I play guitar in a little bar down the street from here 
They pay me to come and to hum and to strum for the folks to hear 
But I think it's unfair when I'm sitting up there and my baby walks in 
And I have to play like a friend 
Oh, for her and him 

Oh, how it hurts to see her flirt with someone else 
And oh, how it aches to see her make a fool of herself 
I swear I'd leave if I didn't need th' dough, my friend 
It's nothing but a sin 
To have to play and pretend 
For her and him 

The boss man say I gotta play from nine till three 
They come in each night at ten, for a while, then leave 
That's when I play with soul and the customers know that I'm dyin' within 
'Cause I know where they've been 
And where they're goin' again 
Just her and him