| Am | Em | G | C | D | Em | Am | Em | D | G | D | C | D | Em | D | Em |
| Em | G | |
| Well he th | rew one down from the t | op of the stairs |
| Am | C | D | |
| b | eautiful women were sta | nding everyw | here |
| Em | G | |
| they a | ll got wet when he sma | hed that thing |
| Am | D | G | |
| but o | ff in the dark you could h | ear somebody s | ing |
| Am | Em | |
| oh it br | eaks my heart to | see those stars |
| G | C | D | Em | |
| sm | ashing a pe | rfectly g | ood guit | ar |
| Am | Em | D | |
| I do | n't know who they th | ink they | are |
| G | C | D | Em | |
| sm | ashing a per | fectly go | od gui | tar |
| Em | D | Em | Em | D | Em | |
| it started back in 1963 |
| his momma wouldn't buy him |
| that new red Harmony |
| he settled for a Sunburst with a crack |
| but he's still trying to break his momma's back. |
| chorus |
| Solo Guitar - Same Chords as intro. |
| he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend |
| but every good thing comes to an end |
| now he just sits in his room all day |
| whistling every note he ever played |
| there out to be a law with no bail |
| smash a guitar and you go to jail |
| with no chance for early parole |
| you don't get out till you get some soul |
| chorus |
| late at night the end of the road |
| he wishes he still had that old guitar to hold |
| he'd rock it like a baby in his arms |
| never let it come to any harm |
| chorus |