Gordon
Gordon served for the local bar
He had his eyes on my guitar
When I'd play it on the Friday eve
So soft and musically
It's how it goes
Gordon was a modest man
Always lent a helping hand
It's the friends that you love the most
That leave you stranded in the dust
It's how it goes
(Ah, take it away!)
Well Gordon loved that sweet guitar
It brought me coins in a mason jar
Late one night he beckoned me
To let him play it for a day or three
It's how it goes
Gordon had two kids at home
His wife was often stuck alone
Music might soothe her weary soul
On the nights when her hands were full
It's how it goes
Gordon said, "hold on sec
Gotta have a turn with that rosewood neck
Classic rock makes me come alive
I know the basics like 0-3-5"
It's how it goes
Gordon gaped at my acoustic Fender
"There's nothing like it, not one contender
And I swear to G-d above," he said
"I crave a try with that guitar I love!"
It's how it goes
Some folks will do anything for a deal
Lie, cheat, swindle and steal
Some have a way to make others pay
They'll be your best friend for a day
Mais c'est la vie, mon frère (Au revoir!)
And Gordon loved that sweet guitar
She brought him coins in a mason jar
Now he's off and away somewhere
Filling up quiet air
It's how it goes
Night by night I wait by the phone
Without music I sleep alone
I wait though I know he'll never call
I'll never trust a Gordon after all
It's how it goes
He had his eyes on my guitar
When I'd play it on the Friday eve
So soft and musically
It's how it goes
Gordon was a modest man
Always lent a helping hand
It's the friends that you love the most
That leave you stranded in the dust
It's how it goes
(Ah, take it away!)
Well Gordon loved that sweet guitar
It brought me coins in a mason jar
Late one night he beckoned me
To let him play it for a day or three
It's how it goes
Gordon had two kids at home
His wife was often stuck alone
Music might soothe her weary soul
On the nights when her hands were full
It's how it goes
Gordon said, "hold on sec
Gotta have a turn with that rosewood neck
Classic rock makes me come alive
I know the basics like 0-3-5"
It's how it goes
Gordon gaped at my acoustic Fender
"There's nothing like it, not one contender
And I swear to G-d above," he said
"I crave a try with that guitar I love!"
It's how it goes
Some folks will do anything for a deal
Lie, cheat, swindle and steal
Some have a way to make others pay
They'll be your best friend for a day
Mais c'est la vie, mon frère (Au revoir!)
And Gordon loved that sweet guitar
She brought him coins in a mason jar
Now he's off and away somewhere
Filling up quiet air
It's how it goes
Night by night I wait by the phone
Without music I sleep alone
I wait though I know he'll never call
I'll never trust a Gordon after all
It's how it goes
Credits
Writer(s): Zack Samuels
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