PERFECTLY GOOD GUITAR

John Hiatt

112 bpm

Intro: some feedback on the guitar

Hey!

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He	threw one down from the	top of stairs

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	beautiful women were	standing every	where

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They	all got wet when he	smashed that thing

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	off in the dark, you could	hear somebody	sing

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It	started back in	1963

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his	momma wouldn't buy him that	new red harmon	y

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he	settled for - a	sunburst with a crack

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but	he's still trying to	break his momma's	back.

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While he	loved that guitar just	like a girlfriend

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	but every good thing	comes to an	end

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now	he just sits in his	room all day

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	whistling every	note he ever	played

guitar solo on chorus:

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There	ought to be a law	with no bail

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	smash a guitar and you	go to	jail

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	with no chance - for	early parole

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you d	on't get out until you	get some	soul

calm down until chorus!

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	Late at night - the	end of the road

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he	wishes he still had the	old guitar to	hold

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he'd	rock it like - a	baby in his arms

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	never - let - it	come to any	harm