Girls and Guitars

She must be about seven
And she gets a dollar from her dad
To put in my tip can
And she stares at me and smiles
And hangs around until my song ends
Then she says
I want to play guitar
I asked my mom to buy me one
She says maybe for Christmas
Is it fun?
And I say

When I play, I feel in tune
It's like looking at a full moon
Or the stars
We strike a chord, girls and guitars

She must be about ten
And she hides behind the rail by the stage
Her mind a gauge
And she watches my fingers on the strings
And hangs around until my song stops
Then out pops
I want to play guitar
My daddy says maybe someday
Could I ask you how does it feel
When you play?
And I say

When I play, I feel in tune
It's like looking at a full moon
Or the stars
We strike a chord, girls and guitars

And someday may they hear this sweetest tune

I must have been about twelve
When I asked my mom if I could start
Taking lessons for guitar
And though hippies horrified her
And the rhythms unnerved
And some words made no sense
She still said yes
She, the dressmaker, potter, painter, macrame-er
Dancer, mother, creator
Well, she knew
Mom, thank you, cause

When I play, I feel in tune
It's like looking at a full moon
Or the stars
We strike a chord, girls and guitars