That Black Guitar by Walkabouts
I was little Vlado then
When the gypsies came a wandering, to our town
They'd come by the house, and they'd start to play.
And father would go, to his room, and pickup his guitar
Which he'd bought long ago
With his paltry pay
Mister, do you still have that guitar
Mister, do you still have that black guitar
That one was the best one by far
And they kept on asking
Along after that
Whenever they'd shill, for a spare coin or two
Always when they played, at the village saloon
And they'd take their breaks, to drink at the bar
Whenever their wives
Stood by the door
And asked for old clothes
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