Working on My Guitar Songtext
von Bahamas

I wake up, fry some eggs
Pull the blue jeans across my legs
And then start working, working
Working on my guitar

It′s all been done, every chord
So what the hell? Let's just walk right up to the four
That keeps me working, working
Working on my guitar

I′m just working on my guitar
In some nightclub, in some bar
I'm just a picking, and a singing
And a hoping that you're having a good time

Over the din of the conversation
There′s some musical inspiration
That′s just me working
Working on my guitar


Doesn't bother me none, if it don′t sound nice
If I play a wrong note, I just play the wrong note twice
That's just me working, working
Working on my guitar

If they don′t like the way I sing
God forbid, I should break a string
That keeps me from working, working
Working on my guitar

I'm just working on my guitar
In some nightclub, in some bar
I′m just a picking, and a singing
And a hoping that we're having a good time

Over the din of the conversation
There's some musical improvisation
That′s just me working
Working on my guitar

I′m just working
Working on my guitar
That's just me working
Working on my guitar