These Days I Sleep with my Guitar

 THESE DAYS I SLEEP WITH MY GUITAR

C                       G                               Am

These days I sleep with my guitar

Fma7                     C

It’s nicely shaped… it does not snore

G                                                    Am

Or throw the blankets on the floor

Fma7                C

Hot flashes being what they are

G                             Am

I move my fingers on its strings

Fma7                            C

And share with it….the things

G                                 Am

That occur to me in song

Fma7                        C

It does not judge them right or wrong

G                                Am

Get hurt or angry, turn away

Fma7                             C

Objecting to what they might say

G                                             Am  -Fma7

In the attempt to understand

C      G    Am  Fma7

The complex layout of the land

This song employs a minor key

But is no cry for sympathy

I have been loved and loved as well

And may again, who can foretell

And those sweet times will resonate

Until the closing of the gate

Upon this garden of desire

The final cooling of the fire

The passage into the unknown

Where we may come into our own

In ways we may well not conceive

Until we actually leave

 These days I sleep with my guitar

It’s nicely shaped it does not snore

Or throw the blankets on the floor

Hot flushes being what they are

I move my fingers on its strings

And share with it the thing

That occur to me in song

It does not judge them right or wrong

It simply brings them to the light

And if we don’t get it quite right

Where we can always try again

Me and my never-tiring friend

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