Guitar Fool

I wish I were a drifter flipping a nickel or a dime

Head's I go to Tennessee tail's I buy some wine

I'd sleep out in the tall grass down beside the tracks

My eyes upon the night sky and my head upon my pack

I wish I was a drifter

I wish I were a gambler with a big ol' watch and chain

I'd go down to Reno I'd find me a game

I'd only keep the company of jokers, kings and queens

A fat cigar between my teeth and ace's up my sleeve

I wish I was a gambler

If I was a cowboy on an aimless horse I'd ride

Across the flat deserted plain until the moon took to the sky

When I'd build a fire and rest awhile and roll me a cigarette

And strum away some lonesome tune "˜til sleep filled up my head

I wish I was a cowboy

Instead I'm just a simple man a lonesome guitar fool

Trying to write this little song at a quarter after two

Wishing I had gold and silver and a big ol' watch and chain

Cause I'd trade them all for words so fine they could bring you on home to me

Lord, I wish you'd come on home to me