We Are the Guitar Men

Were it not for my guitar, my hands would both be idle
My brain, suicidal
For I would not have an outlet for the tidal wave of feelings
In my heart
When I’m trying not to cry
I grab her by the neck
And strike her with a plectrum
A life without accompaniment would wreck me
So, I hope we never part
Give me a guitar, an extension of my soul
Hold her in my arms and I lose control
(He is the guitar man)
She completes me, makes me whole
We are the guitar men
Long live rock and roll
Aaah aaah
Aaah aaah
When I cannot find the words
My fingers will articulate
The pain, the joy, the love, the hate
So, listen as my instrument
Dictates a memorandum to the throng
How I love my sweet guitar
To the luthier, I owe a debt
Of gratitude for every fret
For when I hold my baby in my arms
I get the feeling I belong
Give me a guitar, an extension of my soul
Hold her in my arms and I lose control
(He is the guitar man)
She completes me, makes me whole
We are the guitar men
Long live rock and roll
Give me my guitar, an extension of my soul
Something to believe in, truth be told
(He is the guitar man)
She completes me, makes me whole
We are the guitar men
Long live rock and roll
Aaah aaah
Aaah aaah
Aaah aaah
Aaah aaah